Masterful Late Night Mockery

A customer master-sir mercilessly mocks me late at night. He begins by asking me if I don’t feel shame – having to kiss the feet of passers-by and study their socks, day in and day out, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year? I humbly reply that I do indeed feel shame, sir, but that I am garbage sir, being just a slave, sir.

The unknown master sir laughs out loud at me and crouches down before pointing to his socks and ordering me t0o describe them in detail to him – the patterns in the stitching; any creases or bobbling in the socks; and dirt stains etc. I do my humble, sock-level best to describe the socks to the master sir – in glowing terms, of course, since they are his socks, on his feet, and he is better than me.

Having had his socks eulogised, the master sir then makes use of my menial mouth to have his sandals kissed. He deliberately adds to my late-night humiliation by forbidding me from touching his socks with my lowly lips; they must only touch his musty-smelling, well used sandal leather – on the straps.

I obey the mocking master sir to the letter, as I don’t wish to incur his manly wrath! 

A late0night master sir jauntily makes his way towards my permanently-confined humble head

He begins by mocking me in my pathetic predicament - at the constant mercy of the public's feet and footwear!

He then crouches down, resting one of his sandalled and socked feet on the footblock in front of me...

...so that I might extol the virtues of his socks!

And there is much to extol in them, being the socks of a real man!

The master-sir continues to chortle and chuckle at my obsequious praising of his socks

I feel shame, humility and helplessness as I do so

Sir then shuffles forwards in order to have me kiss-respect his brown leather sandal straps

Only the straps, mind you, not the socks!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating!

The smell of the master-sir's musty, brown sandal leather invades my nostrils, as the taste of them regales my menial mouth

Sir even kindly facilitates me in my humiliating endeavour, by pressing my humble head down onto his superior sandals!


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