Better Than Me

Regular customer-mistress Ms Arabella Madam is clearly better than me, and for all the following reasons:
  • She is young, free and female
  • She is more intelligent than me
  • She is better looking than me
  • She is a chain smoker
  • She is sexually promiscuous (whereas I am sexually impotent and celibate)
  • Her boots are worth more than me in purely monetary terms
  • Her socks inside her boots are worth more than me in purely monetary terms
  • The bacteria in her footsweat and socks are a higher lifeform than me
Let’s face it, even an alien from outer space would recognise Ms Arabella Madam’s superiority over me! And what’s more, customer-mistress Ms Arabella Madam knowsshe is better than me, which is why she doesn’t deign to talk to me as I kiss-respect her outstretched boot toe. I am beneath her in every sense of the word, and she rightly looks down upon me – her local, anonymous public humble-head – with righteous disdain.

Even as she turns to walk away from me she effectively ignores me, preferring instead to engage in a conversation on her phone with one of her many free-male admirers. They are lucky, because they can afford to pay Ms Arabella Madam for her love and friendship. I don’t have any money.












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