Lonely Position

Being a porch footslave outside my master’s townhouse can be quite a lonely position until such time as my master-sir or one of his guests is entering or leaving his home, at which point I am required to kiss their feet – my only human contact!

Greeting my esteemed master-sir's female guest on the porch outside his opulent townhouse

This is my only human contact - the feet of my master and his guests...

...as they enter or leave his home

It's a lonely job, but someone's got to do it!

I am forbidden to speak to my betters, being a mere dumb porch footslave

And they rarely deign to speak to me

They have no need to - it's obvious what I must do...

...kiss their feet!

As my master-sir and his guest proceed through the front door...

...I catch one last lingering glance at the pretty guest's sneakers and socks

I shall now resume my lonely position...

...until such time as my master and his guest leave the premises. That might not be until the morning, however!