Pub(lic) Footslave

The pub(lic) footslave who is humiliatingly positioned outside the entrance to the warm and welcoming public house – an establishment full of fun and cheer but which he, of course, as a slave, can never be permitted to enter – is surrounded by his smoker-betters and is completely at their mercy as they enjoy their cigarette breaks, whether they choose to use him as a footrest; completely ignore him; or mock and laugh at him.

Here we se all three such excellent behaviours on display on the part of the slave’s betters. But soon these magnificent smokers will be back inside the warmth of the pub, leaving the pathetic humble head out in the cold and damp – alone, friendless and helpless – and unable to partake of the nourishing food and drink inside that will soon be filling their superior bellies and bladders. The slave’s best hope is that the punk mistress will return for another cigarette later on, and perhaps this time she will graciously permit him to eat the dirt from her boots in order to help fill the aching void of his empty and hungry, footslave stomach! In the meantime he can just stare at his ugly reflection in the rain puddles on the dirty ground beneath his face, and contemplate his lowly fate.