Public Yawner

The public humble head inadvertently offends the pretty customer-mistress by failing to stifle a yawn as she places her sneakered foot onto the wooden footblock beneath his kneeling neck. She angrily shouts down at him, her female voice laced with heavy sarcasm:

‘Oh I’m terribly sorry slave! Are my sneakers and socks boring you? Have you somewhere better to be and something else to do other than lickshining women’s dirty shoes?’

Realising his horrendous mistake the public footslave apologises profusely to his superior customer-mistress:

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress! Oh pray! Pray forgive me, madam! This slave can only apologise for his seeming rudeness and insulting behaviour towards your feet, madam, but his feeble excuse is that he was kept up all night by another customer-mistress who insisted that he study her socks throughout the night, and he has not, therefore, had any sleep, mistress, begging your pardon mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding please don’t beat me mistress?’

He’s right – it isa feeble excuse. And it is haughtily dismissed by the customer-mistress straight away:

‘What is more important, slave? Your sleep, or my sneakers?’

‘Oh pray, mistress! Oh pray! Please don’t beat me mistress! Your sneakers are more important, mistress!’

‘And are my black socks not every bit as worthy of your study and attention as that other customer-mistress’s socks?’

‘Oh pray, mistress! Oh yes indeed, mistress! Your socks are my life, mistress!’

‘THEN WAKE UP AND START CONCENTRATING ON LICKSHINING MY SNEAKERS AND ADMIRING MY SOCKS, YOU DIRTY, LAZY, INCOMPETENT SLAVE!’

‘Yes, mistress! At once mistress! Oh your sneakers and socks, madam! Your sneakers and socks!’

The irony is that the slave, spurred on by the pretty customer-mistress’s righteous anger, is now fully awake. And they are an exceptionally nice pair of red and white sneakers and plain black socks beneath his face. It would be a shame to end up being whipped for neglecting or insulting them! And so the stupid slave ostentatiously licks the young woman’s sneaker dirt with all his menial might, and focuses his previously sleepy eyes on her plain black socks, as he damn well should have done the moment she first presented her sneakered and socked foot to him!

I don’t know about you, but personally I think he she should still have him whipped. How dare he yawn over a young woman’s sneakers and socks! The whip will soon teach him some footslave manners!







































Incidentally, the customer-mistress who kept the slave up all night studying her socks was regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, and you can read all about her antics in this regard on my other blog here.

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