First Of Many

It’s still dark when I am awakened by a sharp kick to the face by an early-morning, manly jogger:

‘Wake up, lazy slave, and kiss my feet!’

As I get my bearings, and remember the horror of my position of permanent public servitude, I apologise most profusely to the master-sir:

‘Oh pray, master sir. Pray forgive me, master sir. I apologise for my slothfulness sir. I kiss your feet, master sir.’

A public footslave like me must always apologise for having been asleep, since, by Law, he is on duty 24 hours a day!

I am sound asleep as the early-morning, jogging master-sir approaches

‘Wake up, lazy slave, and kiss my feet!’

‘Oh pray, master sir. Pray forgive me, master sir. I apologise for my slothfulness sir. I kiss your feet, master sir.’

The master-sir most kindly, and forgivingly, stretches forth his right sneakered foot onto my menial mouth

My first taste of SHOE and my first sight of SOCK on this new day!

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating, that it should be a man's SHOE and SOCK!

Though he is, of course, a much better man than me, being a free man!

I can just make out, through my bleary eyes and in the darkness, the lines of STITCHING in the master's BLACK SOCK!

Again, how utterly humiliating for me!

The master-sir enjoys the taste of his refreshing bottled water whilst I taste the familiar bitterness of running-shoe leather!

But this is my job, and I have been slothful about it. I fully deserved that KICK to the face!

I continue to kiss-respect the master's SHOE - the first of many SHOES that I shall be kissing today, no doubt!


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