Right To Mock And Use

A happy couple spot me on the street and decide to stop and mock me – as is their perfect right!

‘Haha, look – a slave! We mock him?’ I overhear the man saying.

‘Haha, yes. He a moron. We make him worship feet!’, replies his pretty girlfriend.

‘Haha, how you like it, slave – kiss people feet; lick people shoe; look at people sock? You like being slave?’ asks the man, incredulously.

I must dignify the sharp-witted man’s mocking question with a suitably respectful and slavish response. It’s the Law:

‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you master sir, this slave indeed recognises that he is in his rightful place at the feet of his betters, master sir, if you would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at your own feet, master sir and mistress madam?’

The couple laugh out loud at my obsequious response, causing their socks to crease up with laughter also directly next to my humble head! The master-sir then holds his right, sneakered and socked foot up even closer to my face and swivels his ankle around, making his sock creases even more pronounced:

‘Haha, you like dirt on bottom of my shoe, slave? You like Japanese man dirty shoe?’

I examine the dirt the master-sir has walked in on the sole of his white sneaker:

‘Oh pray, master sir. Oh yes indeed, master sir, begging your pardon and forgiveness, sir. Sir, the dirt you have walked in is now hallowed dirt, sir, on account of it being attached to your shoe, sir, and you being a god, sir. Sir, I’m pathetic like that, master sir?’

More raucous merriment ensues on the happy couple’s part. Needless to say, my ‘gods’ have a perfect right to use me as their public footslave as well as verbally mocking me, and I’m pleased to say that’s just what they do next:

‘Haha, make him lick shoe, Hiroshi san?’ suggests the young woman, gigglingly.

‘Haha, yes – I better than him. He my slave!... You, slave, lick dirt of my shoe. I your god!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. It is an honour for me to taste where you have been walking, godlike master-sir. I do so admire your socks, sir.’

I raise my menial mouth up to the man’s arrogantly outstretched sneaker-sole and hastily stick out my tongue with respect for both the man-god and his shoe, beneath his sock. The man's pretty girlfriend reacts with undisguised glee:

'Haha, you his god, Hiroshi san. He lick dirt from your shoe. Haha, he swallow it!'

I only hope and pray that the man’s female partner will treat me in similar manner before they decide to move off?

Mercifully, she does! So I get to taste the bottom of a Japanese goddess’s shoe as well!

‘Haha, look – a slave! We mock him?’

‘Haha, you like dirt on bottom of my shoe, slave? You like Japanese man dirty shoe?’

'You, slave, lick dirt of my shoe. I your god!’

'Haha, you his god, Hiroshi san. He lick dirt from your shoe. Haha, he swallow it!'

As I said to the master-sir, before I had a mouth full of sneaker, his shoedirt is hallowed dirt to me!

I make sure to get my tongue into each and every groove in his masterful shoesole...

...the shoesole of a god!

Thankfully, it is followed by the shoesole of a goddess!

Once again, I admire the creasing of the sneaker-wearer's SOCK as she manoeuvres her shoe around my tongue!

How the happy couple laugh at me as I taste where they have been promenading together!

As they are leaving, the man applauds his pretty girlfriend, congratulating her on her humiliation of me

As well he might! And he should give himself a pat on the back too!

All I can do is observe the sneakers and socks of my gods walk away from me...

...secure in the knowledge that their divine sneaker-DNA is now deep inside my menial, municipal mouth!

And the memory of their divine SOCKS will long linger in my menial mind also!