My first early-bird customer of the day is local resident of
the sink-estate, Ms Adeya madam, who often pops out of her flat for a quick
cigarette prior to changing out of her nighttime attire or performing her early morning ablutions. I
kiss her musty-smelling, soft slippers and admire her heavily creased bedsocks. Indeed, at one point Ms Adeya has me verbally praise her thick, grey, creased sock!
Not glamorous, I know – but a sink-estate stairwell
footslave is here to serve the feet and footwear of his betters whatever their
condition.
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| Kiss-respecting Ms Adeya madam's house slippers first thing in the morning... |
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| ...whilst she enjoys a cigarette high above me |
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| Her slippers smell, and taste, musty |
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| And I simultaneously get to admire the creases in her thick, grey bedsocks |
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| Needless to say, the rest of her nighttime attire is none of my damn business |
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| I'm just a sink-estate stairwell footslave! |
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| My job is to kiss feet - the feet of my betters - down amongst the dirt and detritus |
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| How she despises me - fabulous Ms Adeya madam |
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| Occasionally she glances disparagingly down at me as I pay lip-servitude to her slippered feet |
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| 'Look up at my sock and praise it, slave!' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Adeya madam. At once, glorious Ms Adeya madam... |
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...Oh pray, Ms Adeya's sock, if it pleases you, Ms Adeya's thick, grey sock...
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| ...truly it is my honour and my privilege to breathe in your aroma and to study your creases, Ms Adeya's sock... |
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| ...as you are Ms Adeya's sock, on Ms Adeya's foot, oh most beautiful sock. God bless you, Ms Adeya's sock!' |
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| Having obediently praised my customer's sock, I resume my kissing of its accompanying slipper |
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| I meant every word of praise for Ms Adeya's thick, grey, creased sock |
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| For it is the sock of a goddess - of a local sink-estate resident |
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| It is thus the sock of my infinite better! |
