Wake Up And Smell The Coffee

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

It’s always a bit of a rude awakening when you’ve been dreaming of freedom only to wake up to yet another long day of abject enslavement, kissing the feet of one's betters! But I must wake up quickly and smell the coffee, as well as my angry, early-morning customer’s footwear, if I am to avoid her righteous early-morning wrath!

I'm fast asleep as my first customer of the day approaches, holding her early-morning cup of coffee

Her footsteps, being feminine-soft and loafered, are not enough to awaken me from my slave slumbers!

‘Wake up, stupid lazy slave – and kiss my feet!’... Her shrill female voice finally wakes me up!

The first thing I see is SOCK - and I am instantly reminded of my enslavement!

Said SOCK is then rudely shoved towards my face, along with its accompanying SHOE, for respect-kissing!

Swiftly followed by its sister SHOE and SOCK!

My lowly day has begun the same way it will end - by me KISSING FEET!

I can smell the stranger's warm and refreshing coffee...

...as well as her SHOELEATHER!

'That's right, stupid slave - study my SOCK. Study the pattern in the STITCHING and look at any CREASES, and that?'

'Yes, mistress madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress madam.'

It's always nice to have a customer's specific permission to stare at their SOCK

Some feel it means I'm not concentrating on lip-respecting their SHOE!

But I can do both simultaneously!

This is, after all, my lowly life as a public footservant - kissing SHOES and looking at SOCKS!

Meanwhile, I can hear the pretty customer-mistress glugging down her early-morning coffee high above me

She hasn't seen fit to bring me one - and nor should she; I'm just a slave at her FEET!

My only business is to taste her FOOTWEAR and study her SOCKS!

Even her bare legskin immediately above her SOCK is none of my business!

I can be sorely WHIPPED for even thinking about a customer above their SOCKS!

And so I focus on studying the lines of STITCHING in her plain, grey SOCK whilst inhaling the aroma of her SHOELEATHER

Strangers' SHOES and SOCKS - my lowly life!

A life lived down in the dirt at ignominious ANKLE-LEVEL, as befits a slave!


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