In All Weathers

On a cold and foggy evening on the sink estate, off duty officer-mistress Ms Anna madam, who is on her way home after her late shift at the male prison, asks me how I am liking it out in the cold and mist with no protection against the elements for my humble head? ‘Is you not freezing, and that, slave?’ are her exact words.

I reassure the officer-mistress that, despite the fact I am indeed very cold, just seeing the warmth of her thick, red bootsocks is enough to warm me up psychologically, and I thank her kindly for her kind concern as to my wellbeing in such inclement weather.

She laughs at me and says she hadn’t been asking me out of any concern for my wellbeing, but simply because it amuses her to think of me shivering half to death out here in the cold whilst she will soon be tucked up in bed all snug and warm in her nearby cosy apartment. She then asks me, somewhat incredulously, if I can actually see her bright red socks ‘down in all that there fog’, and I humbly reply that I can at least partially see the sock on her outstretched foot thanks to the riding-up of her uniform trouser-hem. I go on to thank her kindly for her kind question about her socks.

She then tells me to shut up and get a move on with lickshining her boots as she can’t wait to get out of the cold. I apologise to the officer-mistress for my tardiness and immediately put my tongue to what it is designed for – licking boots.

Such a pretty officer-mistress. It is truly an honour for the likes of me to serve her. In all weathers!









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