Best Not Good Enough
The tomboy customer-mistress with short, dyed-purple hair orders me to 'lickshine her boots so that her boyfriend can see his handsome face in them.'
Meanwhile, an elderly voyeur master-sir revels in my public humiliation at the young woman's booted feet! Afterwards, he crouches down beside me in order to ask me if I felt I had done a good enough job on my customer's boots, or am I frightened that the young woman's boyfriend might not be satisfied with my efforts and thus come and beat me to a pulp? I confess to the master-sir that I am indeed frightened of what her boyfriend might do to me, since I'm just a timid slave, even though I had tried my best to comply with the young woman's wishes. The elderly master-sir says that my best clearly wasn't good enough and that I therefore deserve to be beaten.
I thank him kindly for his kind observations and humbly apologise to him, lest he take it upon himself to summarily beat me with his walking cane!