Beggars Can't Be Choosers

Imagine if you were up for auction and you espied a girl as pretty as Ms Mukta in the crowd of onlookers before you. You’d be begging for her to put a bid in for you, wouldn’t you, no matter how attractive some of the other bidders? I mean, just think about having to serve those dirty, red white and blue sneakers and sweaty white socks for the rest of your miserable life. What footslave worth his salt wouldn’t wish that on himself?!

Ha! Ha! But you can dream on, slave! Ms Mukta doesn’t appear to be that interested in you. She is merely amused at your powerlessness and helplessness, as she sucks on her bottled water. It looks, in fact, like you’re going to end up in the household of the equally pretty Indonesian girl standing nearby, even though the weave of herwhite socks is much less ‘fancy’ than that of Ms Mukta’s socks.

You should be grateful for small mercies, slave! She seems keen, and you could, if you’re not careful, end up in the service of that beautiful black girl who is standing directly at the front, flaunting her bosoms at you. She clearly wants you as her personal sex slave and, what with you being sexually impotent and all that, you’d be bound to disappoint her, thus ending up with even more whip marks on your bare back!

So study your potential new Indonesian mistress’s feet, slave. Eye up her plain white sneakers and socks, and focus on how you are going to serve them. Stop dreaming of the impossible. After all, beggars can't be choosers!