It's gone way past midnight on the sink-estate walkway and I am attempting to catch some shut-eye. However, a public footslave is legally never off duty, and if an insomniac customer-master or mistress requires my services late at night or in the small hours of the morning, I must remain alert and obedient!
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| The customer-mistress is wearing soft shoes, so I don't even hear her approach |
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| Even whilst she is standing directly in front of me - patiently waiting to be served - I still don't wake up from my shameful slumbers! |
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| To my eternal shame, the young woman has to resort to waking me herself - with a kick to the side of my face! |
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| Having come to my senses, I apologise profusely to the mistress-madam, and humbly implore her to give me my orders |
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| 'I want my feet kissed, slave!', she demands through gritted teeth! |
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| She then watches me, sulkily, from on high as I hastily comply with her female wishes |
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| Now that I am more awake, I can really appreciate the beauty of this bright young woman's feet and footwear |
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| Her soft, canvas shoes are somewhat street-soiled and dusty... |
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| ..but her white socks look pristine and clean - an impressive achievement considering they have probably been on her feet all day? |
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| I keep my eyes humbly focussed on her socks, in an effort to placate her |
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| I have a lot of making-up to do with this angry customer-mistress |
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| And she is right to be angry with me, for I had initially neglected to remain alert in her superior-female presence - a heinous crime (for a slave) in the Gynarchy of Barbaria! |
