Old Municipal Footslave

I’m just an old municipal footslave, duty bound to obey my masters.

‘Kiss my feet, old slave man!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, pretty mistress madam.’ 

My next master - a young woman - approaches me with female confidence and aplomb

She stops in front of me, in order to casually survey me in my lowliness

‘Kiss my feet, old slave man!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, pretty mistress madam.’ 

She focuses on her phone high above me as I taste her dirty, rubbery sneaker leather

I have a good view of her scrunched sock

She subliminally switches her sneakered feet in front of my feetkissing face

I am lower than her - both literally and morally

I must show her nothing but slavish respect...

...as she continues to focus on her superior text messages high above me

She glances down at my lowly lip-work on her sneakers

'Keep your eyes lower than my sock, slave!'

'Yes, mistress. I obey you, pretty mistress madam.'

Her arrogant words are a timely reminder to me of my wretchedness...

...I am unfit to look at a customer above the sock!

I stare humbly at the young woman's sock whilst I repeatedly kiss her white-rubbery sneaker toe


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