Geriatric Slave
‘Shine my boots, Pops. Make sure you clean off all the dirt and grime, an’ that, including in between the laces. And DON’T touch my socks, otherwise I’ll hit you with the whip!’
‘Yes, mistress. At once, mistress. Please don’t hurt me, ma’am. I’m frightened of the whip, Miss.’
The term ‘Pops’ might seem like one of endearment. But when it is used by a customer-mistress to address a public shoelick-slave, it is meant as quite the opposite:
· The customer is using it as a way of humiliating me, by emphasising how old and decrepit I am in contrast to her beauty and youthfulness (I would estimate the current customer-mistress – an off-duty security guard mistress – to be in her early twenties? I am in my mid seventies!)
· It is a reminder to me that she has all the power, as she can call me whatever she damn well likes, but I must address her as ‘mistress’, ‘ma’am’ or ‘Miss’, or equally respectful variants thereof. That’s because I’m just an impotent slave.
· It’s an indication that she doesn’t find me in the least bit sexually attractive, as to her I am just a very old man. And not even a ‘man’, but a slave. A nothing. An ancient thing that licks boots.
· It is also a reminder to me, if one were needed, that I have been licking the shoes and boots of my betters out here on the streets since before she was born (and shall continue to do so for the rest of my natural life!)
