Valuable Lesson
This was the pathetic highlight of my day – being up close and personal to a beautiful black girl’s bright yellow sock as I kiss-respected her dirty sneaker. It was such an honour to be that close to her sock!
Afterwards, however, an angry, vigilante slave-basher master sir, as is his perfect right, accused me of ‘disrespecting’ my black customer’s sock. He threatened to ‘bash my head in’!
I humbly apologised to the master sir, but sought to reassure him that I had in no way intended to show any disrespect towards the customer-mistress’s sock, and that I had, in fact, been enamoured by it, as it was such a beautiful sock on such a beautiful lady. The still livid master sir asked me why, if that was the case, I hadn’t followed her sock with my eyes as she had turned to walk away from me? I humbly, and fearfully, replied to the master sir that I had simply felt unworthy to look at the customer-mistress’s sock as she had turned to leave me, but that I had meant no disrespect by my actions. Indeed, quite the opposite – my coyness had been caused by my overwhelming feelings of inferiority vis-a-vis the mistress’s sock! I then sought to reassure the master sir as to the veracity of this claim, by describing in minute detail the qualities of the customer-mistress’s yellow sock which I had been humbly studying and admiring whilst I had been kiss-respecting her sneaker – namely the weave of the stitching in the sock; the number of creases in the sock; the overall hue and texture of the yellow cotton sock material etc.
Eventually, the slave-basher master sir kindly agreed not to beat me up this time, but he warned me that he will be watching me closely from now on, and that if I ever again fail to study a customer’s sock as she walks away from me he shan’t hesitate to come straight over and give me the ‘face-bashing of my life’!
I thanked the master sir kindly for his kindness and mercy, and once again assured him that my customers’ socks are my life. He grunted disapprovingly and stormed off. I must admit, despite his ominous words of warning I didn’t follow the backs of his stockings as he did so – mainly because I was still thinking about the glorious customer-mistress’s bright yellow sock inside her sneaker. It may have been the highlight of my day – but it was also, very nearly, my undoing and it had taught me a valuable lesson, which is to never take your eye off a customer’s sock!
