All Weather Footslave
All day, all night, and in all weathers, a public footslave must taste where his betters have been walking from the dirty soles of their boots, before bowing his head in shame as they turn their backs on him in order to walk away from him, leaving him with a mouthful of their bootmud.
As he watches his current customer-mistress disappear into the rain and mist, the wretched slave contemplates how her light blue bootsocks had been just inches from his face whilst he had been lickshining her dirty bootsoles – the bootsocks of a goddess!