Carefree Existence (ii)

Of course, not all the fine citizens of the Gynarchy casually pass me by. Some do me the GREAT honour of stopping and permitting me to kiss their feet and/or admire their socks!

Here you see my carefree encounter with an Asian customer-mistress:

‘You like my sock, slave? You want discuss my socks?’

‘Oh yes please, pretty mistress madam. If it would be pleasing to you, pretty mistress madam? I think your socks are fantastic, miss!’

Haha, you praise my sock, in between kiss my sneaker. You say how great my sock is, and why!’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress madam, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam, your pink sock is so fabulous because it is your sock, on your foot, and you are a goddess, miss, begging your female pardon miss?’

She laughs at me, so it clearly does please the pretty Asian customer-mistress that I admire her sock! I feel emboldened to ask her another (im)pertinent question about her socks:

‘Oh pray pretty mistress madam, might this slave most humbly enquire, miss as to the provenance of your pink socks, miss? Were they, perchance, a gift to you from your boyfriend, miss? If so, I must say, he has impeccable taste, miss!’

‘You shut up about sock now, slave! Only kiss foot. You a moron!’

‘Yes, miss. Sorry, miss.’

‘You like my sock, slave?...

...You want discuss my socks?......You a moron?’

‘Oh yes please, pretty mistress madam. If it would be pleasing to you, pretty mistress madam?...

...I think your socks are fantastic, miss!’

I can only observe a tiny slither of the customer-mistress's short pink sneaker-socks

But they truly are fabulous socks!

The socs of an Asian goddess!

Socks that match her pink hair!

‘You shut up about sock now, slave! Only kiss foot!'

‘Yes, miss. Sorry, miss.’

I shut up, kiss foot, and silently continue to admire SOCK!


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