My fabulous mistress Mukta enjoys mocking and humiliating me in front
of her friends:
‘Hey Hannah, listen to this!... Yo slavey, what day is it?’
‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you
mistress Mukta madam, today is feetkissing day, as is every day for me, madam.
All day and every day I must kiss feet – the feet of my betters, including your
good self, your husband, my master Simon sir, and all your friends and acquaintances,
madam, begging your pardon mistress and if it is so pleasing to you mistress
Mukta madam?’
Ms Hannah madam giggles at my obsequious and long-winded
response to Ms Mukta’s curt question.
‘You see, Hannah? The old fool has no idea what day of
the week it is, since all his days are the same. He can never go anywhere or do
anything. He must simply stay here and kiss feet! Haha, what a lowlife!’
Ms Hanna voices her approval of the lowly lifestyle her
friend Mukta has inflicted upon me:
‘Haha, what a loser he is, Mukta. Make him kiss my feet!’
‘Just order him yourself, Hanna sweetie! He has to obey
everything you say. He’s just a slave!’
‘Cool!... You down there, the slavey! Kiss my foot!’
Ms Hanna, like thousands before her and like thousands will
do after her, then stretches forth her right, sneakered foot in the dirt for me
to kiss-respect. And so begins another day – just another feetkissing day!
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| 'Yo slavey, what day is it?’ |
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| ‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you mistress Mukta madam, today is feetkissing day... |
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| ...as is every day for me, madam!' |
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| I must address my mistress's feet, of course - being a feetslavey! |
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| I am not permitted (or even able) to look up at her mocking face |
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| Or at the face of her companion, Ms Hannah madam... |
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| ...whose feet I do not believe I have had the honour of kissing before? |
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| Her white SNEAKERS and SOCKS are certainly ripe for the kissing! |
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| 'Order him to kiss your feet, Hannah! He has to obey everything you say. He's just a slave!' |
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| ‘Cool!... You down there, the slavey! Kiss my foot!’ |
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| I humbly press my lowly lips to the toe of Ms Hannah madam's outstretched SNEAKER... |
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| ...and kiss it beneath her SOCK |
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| This is what I do, day in and day out - I kiss feet |
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| The feet of my BETTERS |
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| And not always glamorous feet! |
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| In fact, given my location in a dirty back passageway, I mostly kiss everyday, dirty SNEAKERS... |
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| ...beneath ordinary-everyday SOCKS! |
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| No glamorous HIGH HEELS or STILETTO BOOTS for me |
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| Not usually, anyway! |
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| Ms Hannah madam expresses her incredulity at my lowliness and wretchedness... |
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| ...having to kiss other people's feet all day... |
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| ...including hers! |
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| As the two girls turn to head into Ms Mukta's apartment via the back door... |
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| ...I overhear them talking about me and continuing to mock me... |
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| ...and my lowly life as a full-time, permanent, day in and day out feetkisser! |
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I bow my humble feetkissing head in shame behind Ms Hannah madam's departing feet - the feet I have just kissed...
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| ...accompanied by my mistress Mukta's feet; my owner's feet! |
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| Truly I am just the slavey of feet! |
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| Everyday feet! |
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| Unremarkable feet! |
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| Feet! Must kiss FEET! |
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