‘Aren’t you sick and tired of only being able to see
people's boots, shoes and socks, slave? Don’t you wish you could look up at my
face? Or even just my legs? Or are you just a foot moron?’
The young woman appears genuinely interested in my plight as she teases me with her boot, but even if she isn’t, even if she’s just
mocking me in my humble capacity as the local sink-estate footslave, I must dignify her female query with an ultra-respectful and slavish
response:
‘Oh pray mistress madam, if it pleases you mistress
madam, this slave is indeed unable to look up at his betters on account of the
heavy, iron collar around his neck mistress, begging your forgiveness and
understanding madam, but in any case is indeed, as you so rightly say madam, a ‘foot
moron’ – incapable of thinking above his betters’ feet and footwear, though it
shames me to say so mistress, once again begging your female pardon and forgiveness
mistress please don’t hurt me miss?’
She laughs, and simply stretches forth her right booted foot
on the ground in front of my face:
‘Haha, in that case you’d better just be kissing my
boots, innit though slave?’
‘Yes, mistress.’
Later, a man spots me kissing the young woman’s boots from
across the street, and he walks over to congratulate her, applauding as he does
so. He flatters her, telling her that she looks really cool having her boots
kissed by the public humble head – which is clearly what she wants to hear as
the pair appear to ‘hit it off’, leaving me to rot behind them as they make off
to somewhere nearby no doubt to make love to one another.
As well they might, for they are two free human beings able
to look each other in the face. Unlike me – the slave – who is still only able
to look them both in the foot!
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| Delivering my obsequious maleslavish response to the mistress's BOOT |
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| She laughs at me, and has me kiss her BOOT! |
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| She finds me amusing. And pathetic! |
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| Unable as I am even to look up at her shapely-socked leg! |
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| I must look DOWN at her BOOT! |
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| My many customers' BOOTS and SHOES are my only legitimate business! |
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| I therefore pay labial homage to her BOOT! |
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| A man applauds her from across the street |
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| Even as he approaches us he is congratulating her on her humiliation of me |
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| He tells her what she wants to hear - that she's beautiful and deserves to have boots kissed by the public humble-head! |
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| The couple then clearly 'hit it off', as they walk away from me together |
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| And why shouldn't they? Are they to equals who can look each other in the eye? |
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| Whereas I am just a BOOTKISSING FOOTSLAVE! |
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| Fit only to look at my betters' SHOES and BOOTS! |
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| Even if I wanted to, I would be physically incapable of raising my head above BOOT-LEVEL! |
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| So I don't even bother trying |
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| I know my place - and it's at the BOOTS and SHOES of the sink-estate residents and their visitors |
