A Public Footslave's Thought Processes

So what thoughts go through a humble head-in-the-wall’s menial mind when he is approached by a handsome couple on a dark and lonely night?

·     Firstly, he recognises what an honour it is to be in the presence of such greatness
·     Secondly, he is fully cognisant of the power of the young woman’s knee-boots as they tower dominantly over him
·     Thirdly, he is aware, albeit only in his peripheral vision, of her purple knee-sock tops – socks which complement not only her boots but also her legs
·     Fourthly, he is aware of the happy couple’s utter contempt for him as they, literally, look down on him – a public licker of girls’ boots!
·     Fifthly, he feels lonely and impotent as the couple eventually turn to walk away from him, arm in arm and heading off to the bright lights of the nearby entertainment district, leaving him – the slave – in the loneliness of the deserted sink estate, staring at the dirty ground where the lady’s boots had been.













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