Late Night Natter
Every so often, local goddess-mistress Ms Arabella Madam likes to pop out from her nearby apartment in order to visit her local public humble-head for a quick cigarette and a late night natter, just before she retires to the comfort of her warm and cosy bed in which she will snuggle up to her manly husband. At such times she kindly gives the slave an impromptu ‘weather forecast’ – especially if she knows the weather is going to be bad e.g. particularly cold; or wet; or windy. She mockingly advises the slave to ‘wrap up warm’, knowing full well, of course, that he can’t, being fully exposed to the elements (well, his humble head is at any rate!). She finds that funny.
She also takes the opportunity to remind the slave that he has been a slave all her adult life, and that he will die a slave – still kissing feet and licking shoes when she is a middle-aged woman (she’s still only 30 years old). She kindly ‘promises’ him that, unless or until she ever moves away from the locality, she will continue to use him to clean her dirty feet (by which she means ‘footwear’, for Ms Arabella Madam would never dream of letting the public footservant touch her barefeet; she even wears socks when having him lick clean her sandals!), and she asks him how he likes that? The slave, politely, informs his regular customer-mistress Ms Arabella Madam that it will be an honour for him to continue to lickshine her dirty shoes and boots on her feet for the rest of his life, and praises and blesses her for kindly bestowing such an honour upon him, thanking her kindly Ma’am.
She laughs at him and tells him to ‘give her shoes a quick lick and a shine’ before she goes to bed, warning him not to touch her socks. She also explains that she will be making love to her husband, ‘Master George Sir’, several times tonight, as she does every night, before they both, eventually, fall asleep. The slave congratulates Ms Arabella Madam on her vibrant sex life, in between his lackey licks to her dirty, outstretched shoe, and wishes both her and her husband, ‘wonderful orgasms’. She laughs at him, and promises to pass on the slave’s best wishes to her husband, whom she describes as his ‘master’ (the slave has indeed been honoured, on occasions, to lickshine Master George Sir’s shoes, so he is, at the very least, one of his many ‘customer-masters’; and he is certainly a much better man than the slave).
Again, Ms Arabella Madam knows full well the slave can never achieve orgasm being impotent, celibate and bricked up in a wall. In addition, of course, he’s just plain ugly, so no woman would wish to have him anyway! She takes a puff on her triumphalist cigarette and then flicks her hot cigarette ash down onto the helpless slave’s dirty, bald pate, before turning her back on him and leaving him to languish in the dirt behind her, his menial mouth now full of the bitter taste of her dirty, mouldy shoeleather. That very thought arouses her and makes her all the more eager to climb into the warmth of her marital bed next to her husband in their cosy, nearby apartment.
Yes, unemployed Ms Arabella Madam loves her happy life. She might even smoke some cannabis tonight – share a spliff with her husband George. Something else she would never dream of doing with her local, public humble head!
