Patheticus Minimus 3D

Just about the only good thing about being a human feetwipe outside a busy office is that I get to look up at people's socks inside their boots and shoes as they wipe their dirty feet on me.

The mighty master-sir watches on whilst his pretty girlfriend has her black leather ballet flats kiss-respected by a public humble-head slave in the rain. Note how the slave has the added indignity of having to observe the young woman's short, lacy white socks insider her shoes as he presses his male lips to her female shoeleather! 'That's right, boy! Show my girlfriend some respect. Kiss her feet - and DON'T touch her socks!', says the man. 'Yes master sir. Yes mistress madam', says the slave.

Today is something of a milestone for Old Man Shoelick - although he's so stupid he doesn't even realise it. It's been 50 years to the day since he was first enslaved at this very same public shoelick chair and since then not a day has gone by that he hasn't been required to lick dirty boots and shoes. Indeed, the young woman in front of him right now is his 23,000,874th customer (not that he knows that either, being innumerate!) And how appropriate that it should be a young womanly authority-figure who sits over him now having her boots licked - a Gynarchy prison-officer mistress (albeit off duty and on her way home from work); a symbol of absolute female power over the enslaved, impotent male! Observe how she looks down on Old Man Shoelick with a vacant, uncaring stare. He means nothing to her - he's just a dirty, public shoelick who has been compelled to lickshine her dirty boots many times before, and will doubtless do so many times again. She too is unaware of

I am known by the locals as 'Old Man Shoelick'. That's because my only role in life, day in and day out, is to lick the boots and shoes of my betters and thus to taste wherever they have been walking. This pretty customer-mistress sits back and relaxes in the shoelick chair of power high above me as she dreamily informs me of all the wonderful things she's planning to do with her boyfriend on their forthcoming holiday to the Caribbean. She appears blissfully oblivious to the fact that I have never been anywhere on holiday - and never will be, since I'm just a slave. Oh but I do hope this superb and bright young woman visits me again on her return from her well-earned holiday and does me the honour of letting me lickshine her Caribbean beach flip-flops that I might at least taste the exotic foreign sands in my mouth! In the meantime, however, I shall have to make do with the everyday local dirt I can taste on the soles of her boots.    

'Haha! That's right, slave boy! Lick clean my girlfriend's sneakers - and make sure you do a good job on them. I wanna be able to see my face in them when you've finished! And don't look at my pretty girlfriend above the sock - you're just a slave!' 'Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, masters. Please don't beat me, master and mistress!' The master-sir is only doing what a free male should do - gallantly supporting his pretty girlfriend as she utilises my humble shoecleaning services on the sink-estate stairwell. Respect to him; and to her, of course. As the master-sir rightly says, I am not worthy to look at his girlfriend above the sock. How she must love him - her strong protector; and despise me - her weak and impotent, public footservant! Truly I belong down at this happy couple's feet!

The view from my footslave-cubbyhole at the top of the sink-estate stairwell would be quite stark and lonely were it not for my kindly customers who take the time to fill it with their magnificent shoes and socks. Here, for example, I get a clear view of the finely-stitched, but bobbled, plain grey socks of a beautiful Muslim customer-mistress as I lickshine the dirt off her black leather shoes.