Wakey, Wakey Sockieboy!

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam approaches me in the small hours of a cold and frosty morning. Unforgivably, I have fallen asleep (it is unforgivable because a public footslave must remain alert and ready to serve his betters at all times!)

To my slave shame, Ms Mukta has to kick me awake. Her dirty sneaker sole shoves me in my somnolent face as her female voice chirps:

‘Wakey wakey, sockieboy! Rise and shoeshine!’

I hastily, and apologetically, do just that!

Shamefully, I am fast asleep when Ms Mukta approaches me

Even her ever closer footsteps fail to arouse me from my slumber

This is the most shameful scene known to a public footslave - asleep on the job whilst a customer's sneakers are requiring to be lickshined

To my eternal shame, the sneakers must kick me awake!

I immediately start to lickshine the first proffered sneaker...

...followed by the second

Ms Mukta's demeanour is, understandably, frosty

How DARE her local public footslave fall asleep!

She must now decide whether to have me punished!

My fate is in her footwear

I humbly, and fearfully, stare at her departing sneakers and socks...

...mercy, sneakers! Oh pray have mercy on me, Ms Mukta's socks!


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