Stark Contrasts

Observe the stark contrasts between the freedom of the two young women who are standing and vaping in front of me, and my bondage:

  • They have the freedom to vape, whereas the only things that ever regale my menial mouth are the dirty shoes and boots of my customers
  • They have the freedom to converse with one another, whereas I am just a dumb slave
  • They have the freedom to walk away, whereas I am permanently immured
  • They are upright, whereas I must live life on my knees at the ankle-level of others
  • They are fully clothed and thus protected from the elements on this chilly evening, whereas I am shivering and naked behind my concrete wall
  • They decide whether to use me or not to have their boots and shoes kiss-respected and/or lickshined, whereas I am impotent and powerless to do so unless and until they so choose
  • They are both somebody, whereas I am a nothing and a nobody – a mere adjunct to the wall, often ignored by my betters, such as now when they are engrossed in conversation with one another

To sum up, they are goddesses; I am garbage – the garbage at their feet!

Two young women from one of the nearby offices enjoy a vaping break in front of me

They are deep in conversation with one another...

...whilst I am ignored

And rightly so, for I am not worthy to partake in the conversations of my betters above me

One of the superb young women literally has her back turned towards me

Or, more accurately, the backs of her boots!

And her bootsocks!

Meanwhile, the socks of the other young woman - or, at least, one of them - are just visible in the distance...

...thanks to the slight riding up of her trouser leg

Boots, shoes and socks - such is my lowly life!

What a stark contrast to the freedoms of the young women!

I'm just a slave - a nothing and a nobody. They are both somebody!


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