Not Going Anywhere

Other people get to go about their busy lives. I must just stay here and kiss feet all day (and through the night, if required). I never get to go anywhere, or see anything – other than my customers’ SHOES and SOCKS, of course!

I would dearly love to find out more about my customers’ superior lives, but few, if any, condescend to talk to me – except to bark down their haughty orders at me or perhaps to remind me to focus my eyes on their SOCKS whilst my menial mouth attends to their shoe leather!

And that’s exactly as it should be. For I’m just a public footslave, to be ordered and bossed about; not indulged!

Another pair of feet head my way. It feels like the one millionth pair this month!

A crisp female voice barks down familiar words at me: 'Kiss my feet, slavey!'

I reply with my equally familiar response: 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.'

The right sneakered foot is then graciously extended towards my face (for without it my mouth would never reach!)

Oh the stories those SOCKS could tell! What have they, and their pretty mistress, been up to today?

Where have they been? What have they been doing?

Me? I have just been here all day, kissing feet. As I am now!

No coffee for me. No break from the routine!

Not that the pretty customer appears interested in my lowly life as she casually switches feet in front of my face!

I hope she is proud of herself as she leaves?

For the whole purpose in her using a slave like me is so that she can feel good about herself!

For my humble part, I only wish I could follow her sneakers and SOCKS to heel!

Accompany them on their next adventure!

Perhaps even smooth out those CREASES in her SOCKS with my nose?

But I 'aint goin' nowhere! I must simply bow my humble head and stare at the dirty ground where my pretty customer-mistress has just stood, anxiously awaiting the next pair of feet that happen my way!