Busy Man

A busy customer master-sir briefly interrupts his telephone conversation to bark his orders down at me

A busy master-sir walks in my direction

He stops in front of me, but continues with his phone conversation high above me

He then briefly interrupts his phone conversation: 'Kiss my feet, slave!'

He presents his right foot to my menial mouth and I immediately obey him

I kiss his foot

Including his leathery sandal strap

Better to ingratiate oneself to a busy master-sir's whole foot, including his footwear!

The leather of his sandal smells musty

I surmise that it is an oft-worn sandal!

Still the busy master-sir's conversation on the phone continues unabated above me

He doesn't pause even when he subliminally switches his sandalled feet in front of my face...

...before he turns to WALK OFF...

...still engrossed in his telephone conversation

His leather sandals slap against the concrete pavement...

...as I keep my head humbly bowed...

...and my eyes dutifully focused on the backs of the master-sir's heels, as befits a public footservant

It was nice of him to briefly acknowledge me, even if it was only to brusquely order me to kiss his feet!


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