Rooftop Slave

My mistress and master are relaxing on their roof garden whilst I humbly kneel beneath my mistress’s chair and study the dirt on her sneaker soles.

My mistress and master sir relax whilst I unobtrusively kneel behind my mistress's sneakered feet...

...silently and reverentially studying the dirt she has walked on...

...on her right sneaker sole

for once, I must concentrate on her dirt, rather than her sock!

The sock, of course, still looms large over my lowly life...

...but for now my humble head is incapable of raising itself high enough to study her SOCK!

And so I must just focus on my pretty mistress's street-soiled SNEAKER SOLE...

...as she happily converses with her husband (my master Simon sir) high above me

Master Simon sir's shoes and socks are never far from my footslave face!

That's because he is the handsome and beloved partner of my mistress madam!

My role is simply to be this happy couple's footslavey!

And, for now at least, that involves studying with slavish awe and admiration, the dirty sole of my mistress's sneaker!

I study it diligently, seeking to guess the origins of each dirt stain

Just what has she stepped in to create such ingrained dirt in her sneaker sole treads?

My pathetic menial mind is so obsessed by sneaker-sole dirt at the moment, I don't even notice my mistress's SOCK CREASES!

I should be WHIPPED for that - and doubtless will be if my master Simon sir notices my sockslavish neglect!

 

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