Some Much Needed Attention
Life as a drain slave can be extremely frustrating and lonely. I am, of course, forbidden to speak to my betters as they criss-cross back and forwards above me, quite literally walking all over me day and night, day in and day out, as all I get to see is the dirty soles of their boots or shoes.
Needless to say, the vast majority of my betters are either blissfully unaware of my humble existence beneath their feet, or they deliberately choose to ignore me – since I am a thing that is, again quite literally, beneath them. But every once in a while a kindly soul will stop and give me some much needed attention.
Take today, for example – a bright and beautiful young woman with bright orange hair, who is 100% my better, had stopped to tie her sneaker laces on top of my grille. Seeing me staring up at her dirty sneaker soles appears to have tickled her fancy, as she promptly stuck her tongue out at me and pulled funny faces down at me. She then, having safely tied her laces, walked back and forwards all over me for a few minutes in every direction, visibly gloating in her superiority over me.
She then crouched down over me and said that she bet I would like to lick the bottoms of her sneakers and taste where she has been walking earlier today? Although I cannot, by law, answer her, I’m guessing the eager expression on my face said it all, as tasting the soles of one’s betters’ footwear is considered a real honour for a down-in-the-dirt, drain slave loser like me! Normally, the best I can hope for is that some of their shoe or boot dirt will fall off the grille and down onto my upturned face!
The young woman promptly moved her left foot directly above my confined face and ordered me to lick the bottom of her sole through the bars of the grille. It was a strain, but I managed it – and she kindly ‘helped’ me by mimicking my tongue’s frantic efforts to lick the bottom of her sneaker (though I’ll wager her own sweet tongue has never had to taste dirty shoeleather!)
My sole-licking antics greatly amused her, and she proceeded to take a selfie of herself having her sneaker licked. She then stood up in order to text the humiliating (for me) image to her boyfriend, and she showed me his return text message in which he, quite rightly, described me as a loser and his girlfriend’s pathetic, waste of space shoelicker (with lots of sarcastic smileys).
Then, sadly for me, her boyfriend actually rang her on her phone to speak to her, and she suddenly lost all interest in me and walked off, quickly to be replaced by a black girl wearing ugg-style, sheepskin boots. But, like the vast majority of my ‘customers’, the black girl didn’t stop to adjust her footwear, or to mock me. She just walked straight over me.
It was back to business as usual!
