Common-or-Garden Footslave (iii)

Even the common-or-garden’s regular customers barely acknowledge him, other than to have him kiss their feet. Take the young woman using him now. She stops every evening on her jog along the pathway, but she never speaks to him because he’s a nothing and a nobody.

In fact, he only recognises her from her feet, though he realises that she is a somebody, and certainly better than him! Unlike him, she’s not just a number (he is common public pathway footslave no. 674329B, not that anyone is interested!)

The familiar footwear of a regular jogger pounds towards the common-or-garden footslave along the pathway

As per usual, the RUNNING SHOES and SOCKS stop for a breather

The slave must kiss them...

...in a manner befitting a common footslave showing slavish respect for the feet of his better!

He admires the creases in the young woman's bright red RUNNING SOCKS

She kindly gives him a taste of BOTH her RUNNING SHOES...

...whilst she drinks from her refreshing bottle of water.

She won't water the plants, or the slave!

She doesn't have time. She must continue with her run!

Once again the common-or-garden footslave feels used and abandoned

As he jolly well should do, for that's precisely what he's there for - to be used and forgotten

Until the next time she stops to use him!


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