Propositioning

 Two somewhat drunken off-duty waitresses on their way home from their late shift at the nearby café stop to use me. One of them orders me to lickshine her waitress sneakers, and she verbally mocks me as she does so:

‘Yo, slavey, how do you like them apples? Do you like the taste of my shoes, an’ that?’

The customer-mistress may be inebriated, but I must still show her the utmost slavish respect as she is my infinite better:

‘Oh pray, pretty waitress-mistress madam. Yes indeed, pretty waitress-mistress madam. If it pleases you, miss?’

The two girls laugh out loud at my obsequious and grovelling response. They clearly love having me in their female power!

‘And what about her socks, slavey boy?’, chirps in her waitress companion. ‘Does you like them also, wiv, like, all them lovely creases, an’ that? Haha!’

‘Oh yes, mistress madam. The mistress’s socks are most alluring, thanking you kindly madam?’

‘Haha, you hear that Cindy babe? I fink he likes you, an’ that? Why don’t you buy him as your personal slavey an’ we can take him home an’ whip him, an’ that?’

‘Haha, sounds good, Emily babe! Yo, slavey, how does I go about buying you, an’ that, so that I can, like, own ya, or somefing?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, much as this municipal slave would be honoured to be your personal slave, miss, and to serve your feet and footwear on an exclusive and permanent basis, miss, he deeply regrets to have to inform the mistress madam that he is not for sale, miss, on account of his being permanently owned by the local Council, miss, begging your female pardon and understanding miss?’

‘Haha, I fink he’s like, rejectin’ you, or somefing, Cindy babe? Kick the sh*t out of his ugly face, an’ that!’

‘F**kin’ slavey! You ain’t good enuf for me anyways, moron! You is f***in’ ugly, an’ that. F***in’ kiss my socks an’ apologise for proposh… for propoz… for propositionin’ me, an’ that!’

Even though it was the inebriated customer-mistress and her friend who had been ‘propositioning’ me, I must immediately take the blame for their unseemly proposal and apologise most profusely to the two drunken young woman, who are my betters:

‘Oh pray, mistress madam, oh pray mistresses, please forgive my unseemly request to become your personal slavey, madams. Please don’t have me whipped, madams?’

‘Haha, that’s a good idea, Cindy! You hear that? We could, like, report him, or somefing, an’ have him whipped?’

‘Haha, yeah babe! He deserves it, innit though?’

Miss Emily madam then throws up on the street, and the two girls move off. Hopefully they will have forgotten all about their drunken encounter with me when they sober up in the morning. But, if not, I shall likely be reported to the municipal authorities and whipped for my ‘insolence’ towards these two fine and upstanding young women!

I have to say, I would fully deserve to be whipped because it is not my place to proposition my customers!

The two girls stop to drunkenly use me, with miss Cindy madam ordering me to lickshine her hardworking sneakers

Her fellow-waitress, Ms Emily madam, orders me to verbally praise her companion's SNEAKERS and SOCKS whilst I lick

Which, to be fair, isn't hard to do, since both these girls' SHOES and SOCKS are fabulous!

Sadly, I must interrupt my sneaker-licking to verbally decline their kind proposal to employ me as their personal slavey

I must then apologise to Ms Cindy's SOCKS, for 'rejecting' them!

The two girls are angry now - angry at my seeming rejection of their kind and erudite proposal!

I can only hope and pray that they will have forgotten all about this incident when they sober up in the morning!

Otherwise, I can expect to be WHIPPED!

Better to humbly and apologetically KISS SOCK than FEEL WHIP!

The irony is, of course, I would dearly love to be these girls' personal SOCK SLAVEY!

But modesty, and the Law, forbids it, since I am just a common-or-garden, municipal footslave!