Always On Duty
'Wake up, slave, innit though?'
A shrill female voice awakens me from my slumbers on the sink-estate walkway long after midnight. As I quickly come to my footslave senses, I realise I must immediately, and profusely, apologise to the unknown customer-mistress, as a municipal footslave like me is always on duty and is, technically, forbidden to fall asleep by Law!
'Oh pray, pretty mistress. God bless you, pretty mistress. Pray forgive my somnolence, pretty mistress. How may I serve you, madam?'
'Kiss my feet, though, stupid slave!'
'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam!'
So that's all this insomnia customer-mistress wants - for her sneakers to be kiss-respected at this ungodly hour! No matter. What a customer-mistress wants, a customer mistress gets!
I proceed to obediently kiss her feet, whilst she enjoys her late-night cigarette high above me.
'Wake up, slave, innit though?' |
'Kiss my feet, though, stupid slave!' |
I kiss feet whilst the customer-mistress smokes cigarette |
That includes my admiring her late-night sock! |
Her socks look surprisingly white and fresh, considering they must have been on her feet all day! |
She kindly presents BOTH her sneakered and socked feet to my feckless face... |
...as she watches my powerless humility from on high |