Stink-Estate Footslave
Local sink-estate goddess mistress, 22 year old Ms Sahar madam, who is of Pakistani origins, has kindly brought me one of her stripy, grey socks to sniff overnight. She says she wishes to ‘air’ the sock in order to ‘take some of the stink out of it’, as it had been on her foot all day yesterday inside her warm, sweaty boot. She explains she will come back to collect her sock first thing tomorrow morning, and to see 'how I have got on'.
No mention, though, of its sister sock. Perhaps, in the esteemed estimation of Ms Sahar madam, her other stripy, grey sock is not in such dire need of an ‘airing’? Or perhaps Ms Sahar is simply taking the p*** out of me – knowing full well that the sight of a single, dirty, female sock left on a tray on the ground beneath my humble head is somehow all the more humiliating than a pair of dirty socks!
Whatever her motives, I thank Ms Sahar kindly for her kind gesture in leaving one of her dirty socks beneath my nose. It will, actually, be a great honour and a privilege to endeavour to sniff the stink out of it overnight. I humbly tell her so, in a tone of voice befitting a humble slave on whom a precious gift has just been bestowed, before settling down to a long night of sniffing, and studying, sock - the discarded sock of a local Pakistani goddess.
See how completely and utterly at the mercy of my betters I am on this estate. They can do whatever they like to me! I suppose it could be so much worse for me. Ms Sahar could have left me with one of her esteemed husband's dirty, sweaty socks!
As a jubilant Ms Sahar turns to leave me alone with her dirty sock for the night, I know one thing's for sure - I shan't be getting much sleep. For I have a female sock to sniff-clean!
