Cash Cow

My magnificent Owner, master Wu sir, spends his working day relaxing in a chair seated next to me and supervising my footslave-work on his behalf (all monies I earn through kissing and licking the public’s feet go to him and his family)

I am his cash cow!

Whenever a potential customer comes along he invites them to stop to have their feet kissed or for a quick lick and a shine of their shoes for a small gratuity payment of their choice. Nearly everyone agrees to do so, since having one’s feet kissed by a powerless public humble-head like me is a pleasurable experience for them. It makes them feel strong and proud. Better than me.

Which they invariably are! 

Waiting patiently for my master-sir's next customer to step up to my face

A young woman stops and enquires as to my services. My master Wu encourages her to use me

He explains that for a small gratuity, I shall be obliged to kiss her feet

He then delights at watching as the young woman takes him up on his offer

She looks disparagingly down at me

As the master-sir chuckles. This is easy money for him!

My humbling view of the sneakered foot I must kiss

And of my magnificent master-sir's sandalled foot

Truly I am at the feet, and at the mercy, of my betters!

Even the customer's SOCKS tower over my humble head!

And very nice SOCKS they are too - plain, black anklesocks!

Meanwhile, my master's hairy legs watch on

Getting ever richer by the minute, thanks to my menial mouth!

I look up admiringly at the customer-mistress's SOCK

As the wearer of the SOCK, and my master sir, look down on me!

To the customer's delight, my clever master tells her she looks fabulous having her feet kissed!

And he's not wrong! She is FABULOUS!

They both are - my master and his customer!

There is more intelligence in my master's toenails than there is in my whole being!

And the weave of the customer-mistress's SOCKS is more intricate than the neural pathways in my brain!

I am less than her SOCK!

I must be pleasing to her SOCK!

And if I fail to please it, my master's unforgiving SCOURGE WHIP awaits my flesh!


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