To My Eternal Shame

A man mockingly asks me how I am liking it – having to kiss his pretty girlfriend’s feet in the ramshackle alleyway? I humbly confirm to the magnificent man, in the most respectful and obsequious of tones, that I like it sir, but not that much sir, begging the mighty master-sir's forgiveness and understanding, sir? He laughs and goes on to enquire as to how many pairs of feet, on average, I must kiss-respect on a typical day, and don’t I feel shame that my mouth is covered in other people’s shoedirt?

Again I reepond to the inquisitive and clearly highly intelligent master-sir's questions in the most sycophantic of terms, estimating, most humbly, that I must kiss on average about 1000 pairs of feet per day, begging the master-sir's pardon and forgiveness sir, and that I do indeed feel shame at, and profusely apologise for, my mud-stained mouth, please don't beat me or punish me sir?

The man and his girlfriend then both laugh out loud at me and my obsequious responses to his masterful questions, as I cravenly, but somewhat audaciously, express my admiration for the young woman’s WHITE SOCKS, humbly pointing out that I can observe not only the CREASES, but also the individual STITCHES in her SOCKS, and pathetically commenting on how those creases affect the various patterns in her SOCK STITCHING, if they would be so kind and understanding towards me, an humble footslave at their FEET?

To my eternal shame, I can also just make out that the mocking master-sir is wearing PLAIN BLACK SOCKS inside his HIGH-TOP SNEAKERS, and I find myself silently wishing I could kiss his feet also, so that I might study at close quarters the STITCHING in his SOCKS! I dare not express such a demeaning wish out loud to the master sir, however. I'm just a slave!

Yes, truly this magnificent couple are right to laugh at me, for I’m nothing but a muddy-mouthed, sycophantic, cowardly and impotent SOCK-ADMIRING slave, living in total awe of all my customers’ SOCKS!

A master-sir verbally mocks me with sarcastic questions as I humbly kiss-respect his pretty girlfriend's SNEAKERS

I'm getting a good view of her SOCKS, and the CREASES therein!

In between my mealy-mouthed words to the master sir, I humbly express my admiration for the customer-mistress's SOCKS!

And truly there is MUCH to admire in them!

Not only are they the SOCKS of another man's girlfriend...

...but they are heavily CREASED on her CALVES and ANKLES...

...leading to an ultra-humiliating experience for me!

But, to my eternal shame, I have one lowly eye also on the MASTER'S SOCKS behind her!

I can see they too are CREASED around his ANKLES!

But oh to have the opportunity to STUDY his SOCK STITCHES in detail also!

I'm PATHETIC like that!

And so, I continue my lowly life of FEETKISSING and SOCK-ADMIRATION down in the dirt...

...knowing I shall never be worthy to look at, or even think about, my BETTERS above their SOCKS!

I must, literally, look up to their SOCKS, but never above their SOCKS!

Their SOCKS!... Their SOCKS!... My Customers' SOCKS!

I’m nothing but a muddy-mouthed, sycophantic, cowardly and impotent SOCK-ADMIRING slave... 

...living in total awe of all my customers’ SOCKS!

Their SOCKS!... Must show respect for their SOCKS!