Feeling The Heat(ii)

By Lowest of the Low

Hello Patheticus I was going to send you a message on 'Feeling the heat' but unfortunately I exceeded the amount of characters allowed for the comments so will email to you instead. Thanks and hope you like the comment! 

Perfectly explained Patheticus and yes I most certainly am in excruciating agony! Although once again I only have myself to blame for this situation. I was lying in my city centre drain as usual when, all of a sudden, a smart blond-haired mistress just happened to walk over and then stop directly above me, and begin talking to one of her girlfriends who was standing beside her. However, the thing that instantly caught my attention was that she just happened to be wearing the nicest pair of lace frilly socks I'd ever laid my worthless slave eyes on! I couldn't help but admire the perfect stitching and the way the frills stuck out to just the right length as I then began imagining what the insides of those heavenly socks must look and smell like as well.

But unfortunately this is where I made my stupid error in judgement because, even though I knew that I was forbidden by law to ever speak or converse with any of my betters, I was just unable to help myself after seeing those perfect socks and so foolishly decided to complement the mistress on her choice of white lace feminine hosiery.

Even though I'm useless at ‘slave speak' - in fact I'm pretty much useless at everything, which is why I was sentenced to be a drain slave in the first place - I stupidly thought I'd try and tell the Mistress just how wonderful her choice of sock really was, and so began saying in my feeble voice:

"Oh pray most smart and elegant mistress, this unworthy drain slave is honoured to be in the presence of such greatness, most stylish and dazzling mistress. The sight of your frilly socks are like a gift from heaven for such an undeserving slave such as myself. Thank you mistress for gracing my unbefitting drain with such a magnificent sight.’

However almost instantly the mistress, who up until now wasn't even aware that I was directly under her feet, looked down at me in much the same way as I'm sure she would a cockroach on the ground, and in a surprised tone of voice said:

"Oh my God! Sally, I think the drain just talked to me! I think it just complimented my socks!" 

I then heard her friend reply angrily:

"That must be one of those good for nothing, useless drain slaves that the authorities lock under there! I remember hearing once that they are actually failed slaves who are hopeless at everything they do, so they get locked up underneath our feet and are forced to merely look up at our footwear all day and night while we walk over the top of them. I mean, really, how pathetic is that?"

I then overheard both women agree just how pathetic I really was:

“In fact, come to think of it Rose, I also heard that by law these worthless failed slaves are actually forbidden to talk to us, so I don’t know what that stupid creature underneath your feet was thinking, especially interrupting our conversation like that! I mean, how dare it! Just who does it think it is? Like we would actually care about what such an insignificant thing like that really thinks!”

“That's right! I never asked for its worthless opinion anyway! But don’t worry, Sally, as luck would have it there’s two police officers standing just over there, so why don’t we simply report the incident and get them to sort it out and then have it punished?” 

“Yeah, good idea! Then after that we should go and grab a drink from the coffee house. I really need my caffeine fix for the day!” 

And with that the two women began walking away as I took my last glimpse of those perfect lace socks, which had now gotten me into so much trouble before they disappeared from my field of view!

However it didn’t take very long for that marvellous view to then be replaced by that of two very angry looking policewomen glaring down at me, and it was then that I realised the huge mistake that I’d just made! The irresistible sight of those frilly socks had completely clouded my judgement so now I was about to be severely punished for my reckless error!

It was then decided that I should immediately be put underneath the heating drain furnace as punishment which, as you can imagine, is an extremely painful experience since my back is resting just above the red hot burning embers. However, the one good thing is that at least my betters who sit above me can keep nice and warm on the cold winter days. For, unlike me, they instead are at the perfect temperature as they sit safely above me, well away from any of the burning hot coals that are scorching my back. Plus, as illustrated in this CCTV footage above, I can also lick clean their dirty soles for them while they sit there warming up from the cold winter’s day. 

In fact, it was the manly master sir seated above who ordered me to lick the bottoms of his attractive girlfriend’s boots, since she had complained to him that she may have accidentally walked in some type of smelly muck that was still stuck to the bottoms of her boots. So that just really proves how pathetic I actually am, and also how I'm nothing more than a stupid licker of other men’s girlfriends’ dirty bootsoles!

So not only is my whole body now red from being scorched, but it’s also turning red from the humiliation I’m feeling from licking off the smelly mess while they lovingly cuddle above me while her boots and socks tower above my trapped face. But, in saying that, it’s also exactly what a dumb worthless slave like me deserves. In fact, just so I can reminisce about those perfect lace frilly socks one more time, I don't suppose you happen to have any CCTV footage of the blond woman standing above my drain? You would really make all of my pathetic slave dreams come true if you were able to find such an image!

Yes indeed, Lowest of the Low. We managed to dig out some CCTV images of your shameful behaviour in your street drain – see below. Shame on you! You deserve all you get!

Feeling The Heat