Freezing Me Out
'Haha - how you are liking it, slave? You cold? You freezing? Haha - I not cold. I warm. Feet warm inside boots and socks. I a kind and merciful mistress - you kiss me on boot; feel warm boot on slave lips! Haha - I laugh at you! Soon I go home. Warm room; warm food; warm bed. You stay out here all night in freezing cold. Haha - you a slave; all night long you work in cold. You kiss people feet. Lick people shoe! Haha - I glad I not like you!'
The Asian commuter-mistress's actions in stopping to have her boots kissed on such a cold winter's evening, and her apparent words of concern for my wellbeing, may seem both feminine-warm and kind, but in reality she is just freezing me out. She is my superior customer, not my friend. And she has every right to mock me and laugh at me. As she correctly points out - I'm just a slave, and she is nothing like me. And she never will be!
Soon, all too soon, she is on her way, her boots scunching through the snow - leaving me behind in the freezing cold with just her warm laughter ringing in my ears, and some temporary respite on my raw lips thanks to her female-warm bootleather. I do wish she could take me home with her, so that I might sniff her warm bootsocks whilst she warms my shivering back with her whip!