‘Kiss my feet, f**kwit slave, and that!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.’
Even a foul-mouthed and inebriated customer mistress’s
sneakers and socks must be shown the utmost slavish respect when she
visits me late at night.
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| This customer-mistress may be inebriated, but her instructions could not have been clearer... |
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| ...I am to kiss her feet! |
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| Her sneakers are quite dirty, having presumably been on her feet all day? |
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| But my lowly lips must not baulk at the menial task in mouth! |
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| The sneakers and socks, even of an inebriated customer, must be shown full, slavish respect! |
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| Indeed, the Law states I must consider it an honour to kiss the feet of a drunken master or mistress! |
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| Suddenly, without warning, she withdraws her sneaker from my mouth, steps back and takes another swig of beer... |
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| ...before turning her foul-mouthed back on me and drunkenly continuing on her way |
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| She is somewhat unsteady on her sneakered feet... |
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| ...but says nothing more to me as she leaves me to rot in the dirt behind her |
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| I humbly, and respectfully, follow the backs of her departing sneakers and socks with my lowly eyes |
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| That's because I am physically unable to accompany them to heel, being permanently immured in my municipal wall! |