The customer-mistress approaching me across the yard with confidence in her female stride is, I believe, a new face in town. I certainly haven't seen her pretty face before, nor had the honour of serving her shoes and socks!
How kind of her to come and introduce herself to me - though she does so via her actions; not her words!
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| A new, pretty face - walking determinedly towards me! |
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| What an honour it will be to serve this new customer-mistress's shoes and socks! |
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| Said shoes and socks stop directly in front of me, but say nothing |
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| Then the right shoe is unceremoniously shoved toward my menial mouth. I pucker up and kiss it - my default position |
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| I must then repeat my humiliating gesture on her left shoe |
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| The left sock appears to be lower than the right? Or is that just in my fevered imagination? |
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| I would happily straighten her socks, so that they have equilibrium, if the customer so wished me to? |
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| But she doesn't seem interested in having her socks adjusted. For now, she clearly just wants her stylish shoes to be kiss-respected! |
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| And so I repeatedly kiss the proferred shoetoe - with suitable footslavish humility and respect! |
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| She switches feet again in front of my face - thereby demonstrating that the imposition of her shoes on my mouth is no accident or chance gesture on her haughty part! |
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| Then, as silently as she came, she turns her back on me and leaves me to rot in the dirt behind her |
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| She has 'marked her territory', as it were. I am now very much her local public humble-head... |
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| ...introduced to her shoes and socks... |
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| ...and, hopefully, becoming much better acquainted with them over the coming days and weeks? |
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| For there is much for a public footslave to admire about this pretty customer-mistress and her footwear |
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| Not least the backs of her brown socks! |
