Footslave Failure

Ms Jean madam, a rare visitor to my face these days, takes the opportunity to gloat over me:

‘I see you’re still stuck here kissing the public’s feet all day and all night, sockieboy slave? How many years is it that you’ve been here?’

‘Oh pray, mistress Jean madam, if it pleases you mistress Jean madam, this stupid slave has lost count of the years, madam, on account of him being so stupid, madam, begging your female pardon and forgiveness madam? But I know I have been here all my adult life, miss?’

‘Haha, just think sockieboy – if you were any good as a slave you’d have been snapped up by now by some woman as her personal sockieboy! But you’re not even good enough for that. Haha, you’re a complete failure – even as a slave, sockieboy!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. I’m garbage, miss, begging your female forgiveness miss?’

She takes a drag on her cigarette high above me:

‘Kiss my foot, sockieboy!’

‘Yes, mistress Jean madam. At once, mistress Jean madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress Jean madam.’

And so, yet again, as I have done thousands, if not millions of times before,  I do what I’m not even any good at – I kiss respect a customer’s feet and study her socks. And should mistress Jean madam deign to visit me in another few years’ time, I will still be here, ineffectually kissing feet. That’s assuming I’m still alive, of course!

'Haha, you’re a complete failure – even as a slave, sockieboy!’

'Kiss my foot!'

Having verbally humiliated me (and rightly so), Ms Jean madam takes a drag on her cigarette...

...and observes my physical humiliation at her feet from on high!

Success looks down upon failure

Failure can only look admiringly at the successful one's SOCK!

Kissing feet is all I am good for...

...and I'm not even any good at that!

I'm garbage!

Not fit enough even to look at my customers above their SOCKS...

...let alone aspire to serve them in the (relatively) elevated capacity of personal footservant!

Let's face it, what woman, or man, would have me?

I'm just an old and decrepit, useless and impotent, down-in-the-dirt, common-or-garden, public footslave!

And a 'sockieboy' to boot - a slave obsessed by SOCKS!

The SOCKS of my BETTERS!

No wonder customers like Ms Jean madam gloat over me and despise me!

I'm utter trash!

Fit only to look at SOCK!

Not even worthy to follow SOCK to heel!

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