Utter Powerlessness (ii)

Like I said before, as a free-for-all, public footslave I am utterly powerless to control who approaches me and uses me, and must show everyone, and their footwear, the utmost slavish respect!

A master-sir approaches me wearing brown loafers and red SOCKS

As he gets closer, I can observe that his SOCKS are CREASED!

The manly SHOES and SOCKS stop in front of me...

...before the RIGHT LOAFER SHOE is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth...

...followed by the LEFT

I kiss the SHOE and admire the SOCK

The SHOE and SOCK of a REAL man - in my face!

'Look directly at my SOCK, boy!'

'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.'

I obey the master's command, just as I must obey all my customers' commands!

I look him directly in the RED SOCK!

I don't dare take my eyes off his SOCKS as he turns to depart. These are the SOCKS of a REAL man. I must respect them!


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