Looked Down Upon

I am, both literally and figuratively, looked down upon by my customer-mistress and my supervisor master-sir as I lickshine the mistress’s shoes. And all the while the master’s whip is hovering over my bended back. And rightly so – for it is the whip that teaches me obedience and respect.

Note how I manage to respectfully touch my customer-mistress’s socks. I think my customer likes that, as she can really feel my fear of her via my trembling, bony old figures! Note too the dirt on the tip of my tongue – dirt that has been transferred from the surface of the mistress’s shoe.

The master-sir taps my ear with the tip of his whip and warns me not to touch my customer’s bare ankleskin – a timely reminder to me, for which I am very grateful to the master-sir.








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