No Respite

Even late at night, when the city crowds have gone, the public humble-head slave receives no respite from kissing feet, as there is always some late-night revelled requiring his or her feet to be kiss-respected!

A shadowy figure emerges from the darkness of the otherwise deserted street...

...deserted, that is, apart from its permanent footslave!

The sneakers and socks of the shadowy figure - a young woman - stop directly in front of the slave

Then, sure enough, the right sneakered foot is placed up onto the ledge beneath his confined face

He must now kiss the outstretched sneaker - his default position when no verbal order is forthcoming

The wearer of the sneakers silently switches feet and he repeats the humbling process on her left sneaker

You see, all day and all night the public humble-head slave must kiss feet...

...the feet of his betters!

The young woman switches feet several times in front of his face

She will have his footslavish respect and adoration - even if it is way past her bedtime!

The slave doesn't have a bedtime. He is never off duty!

Sleep is a luxury he cannot afford!

For it is more important that the public's feet should be kissed than that he should have any rest

Eventually, the young woman turns to leave him...

...heading home to the warm bosom of her boyfriend, no doubt!

The slave, meanwhile, must stay here and remain alert, lest another insomniac customer happens along

Other people's shoes and socks are his daily, and nightly, bread and butter!

'Good Mews' declare the sheep-themed, cartoon print, bright yellow socks as they walk away from him

But it's not good news - for the sheep socks are leaving him to rot behind them

'Sweet dreams' say the sheepish socks...

...but, as we've already established, the slave is forbidden to sleep and dream

Though I suppose he can always daydream about the socks...

...since they are the socks of such a bright and beautiful, young woman!



 

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