Old Humblehead

The old humblehead-slave prepares to kiss-respect feet at the bottom of the inner-city stairwell - just as he has done hundreds of thousands times before over the past 60 years!

Customer no. 806,542 approaches his confined humble head...


...not that he's counting!


She stops to survey him, and to reinforce her authority over him


Then her right, sneakered foot is shoved in front of his face


His lowly lips pucker up to touch her sneaker canvas


Simultaneously he gets a close-up view of her sock...


...close enough to be able to discern the individual lines of stitching...


...and the curvature of the sock over her foot


He dare not look at his pretty customer above the sock!


She switches feet several times in front of his face...


...revealing yet more of her plain green sock!


She despises him...


...and rightly so. For he is the garbage at her feet!


The anonymous humblehead is fit only to kiss the feet of passers-by


They are all his betters!


He isn't even qualified to lick their shoes!


No wonder the young woman looks haughty and proud!


She feels good about herself - as well she might!


For she is a goddess being worshipped by a mere public footslave


Her hallowed feet walk away from him


He keeps his lowly head bowed in their presence...


...out of respect for the customer-mistress's shoes and socks


Shoes and socks he has just fawned over...


...and tasted via his lowly lips!


He must now humbly await the arrival of his next customer - no. 806,543!


  

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