Haughty And Drunk

The only thing more dangerous for a public footslave than a haughty customer-mistress is a haughty and drunk customer-mistress.

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam merrily slurs her words as she demands my tongue’s attention to her dirty sneakers:

‘Shlave, make sure you clean off all the filf, an’ that. I want my husband Simon to be impressed by my sneakers the next time he sees them! You hear me, boy? An’ DON’T touch my socks! In fact, don’t even look at me above my socks, an’ that, or I’ll have you whipped!’

I, of course, must remain ever sober, as alcohol can never pass my lips. The closest I ever get to imbibing alcohol is the fumes from my superior customers’ breath. Customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam’s breath smells of red wine.

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. It will be an honour for me to lickshine your sneakers for the benefit of your magnificent husband, madam, God bless you both, madam.’

I begin to obediently taste Ms Mukta’s foul sneaker dirt, whilst she drunkenly relishes my humiliation at her feet:

‘Haha, jusht think, shlave – I bought Simon a nice chocolate cake today an’ that. Haha, whilst his mouth gets to taste delicious cake you only gets to taste my filfy sneaker dirt, an’ that! Haha, don’t you feel like a loser, an’ that?’

I must respond soberly and respectfully to Ms Mukta’s drunken mockery of me:

‘Yes indeed, Ms Mukta madam. Truly I am a loser and your magnificent husband is a winner, miss, though my menial mouth is fit only to taste your sneaker dirt madam. Your shoe dirt belongs in my mouth, miss, if you would be so kind and understanding to a complete loser-slave at your feet, madam?’

‘Haha, shut the f**k up, shlave! You talk too much, an’ that!... LICK!’

I shut up, and lick sneaker.

Cleaning a drunken and slurring Ms Mukta's sneakers

She drunkenly laughs at me and mocks me - as is her perfect right - whilst I tongueshine her sneakers

The sozzled sock I am forbidden to look above...

...the sock of a drunken girl!

Relishing her drunken power and authority over me

I fear my inebriated customer-mistress, her sneaker and her sock

I am at their collective mercy!

At the same time, I soberly look up to them as they are my betters

Ms Mukta, drunk with power!


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