Patheticus Minimus 3D

'Yo, you down there! Soreface! You gotta name?' 'Oh pray, mistress, if it pleases you mistress, this slave is known by his betters as 'sockieboy', since he is enslaved to his customers' socks, and must admire them, madam, begging your kindness and kissing your feet, miss.' 'Sockieboy, eh? Well, sockieboy, what do you think of my socks?' 'Oh mistress! Oh bliss, mistress! Oh your socks, madam! Your socks are wonderful madam, as are you madam, begging your pardon madam.' I actually prefer the slave-nickname 'soreface', since everyone can see I have a sore face, thanks to the many kicks and blows I receive from disgruntled customers. Whereas my enslavement to my customers' socks is perhaps less immediately obvious! Then again, what's not to like about this particular customer's socks? Red; strong; towering over my humble head; and with sufficient creases in them to remind me that these are a pair of living, breathing socks on ...

The African customer-mistress is a superb instructress when it comes to telling me how to lickshine her dirty shoes: 'Down...down... Clean the sides... here... Now clean the under. The under!...'

She ambles towards me, deeply engrossed in a phone conversation through her Covid facemask. Unfortunately this means I can't see her face, but her accent is distinctly West African, so I may surmise that she is inevitably very pretty.  Her phone conversation continues uninterrupted as she presents me with her right sneaker to publicly kiss-respect. I may not be able to see her beautiful face, but she is certainly wearing beautiful socks - a deep, rich blue, with perpendicular rows of stitching that are just large enough to absorb her precious foot moisture whilst at the same time showing off the curves and contours of her shapely ankles. She subliminally switches feet beneath me at one point, so I do get to see both her socks at close quarters. Then, all too soon, she is gone. Her rich, blue socks sadly amble away from me. Never to return?

The porch footslave must breathe in the aroma of his master's and mistress's inner shoe smells, not to mention the aroma of their nearby socks!