Good Morning Master-Sir
My first customer of the day is an Asian master-sir.
‘Good morning, master sir. May I kiss your feet for you,
sir?’
‘Slave shut up! Kiss master shoe. You fear me!’
The master-sir is not wrong. I do indeed fear him, as I do all my customers! I shut up and kiss his outstretched foot.
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| A smartly-dressed Asian master sir approaches me first thing in the morning | 
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| ‘Slave shut up! Kiss master shoe. You fear me!’ | 
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| The Asian master-sir is right. I do fear him! Therefore, I kiss his outstretched foot... | 
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| ...as he glowers down at me from on high | 
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| I admire the master's WHITE SOCKS... | 
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| ...and the way the early morning sunlight illuminates some of the stitches in his SOCK | 
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| He silently switches feet, and SOCKS, in front of my face | 
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| I make sure to pay equal slavish and fearful respect... | 
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| ...to both the master's SHOES! | 
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| He sullenly turns his back on me and walks away... | 
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| ...seemingly unimpressed at y display of humility and fear towards him and his feet! | 
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| I remain fearful as he departs, for this is a much greater man than me! Have a nice day, magnificent master sir! | 











