A New Dawn (iii)

I’m not having much luck with the ladies this morning! It seems like it’s just one master-sir after another utilising my humble services. But, as I said in my introduction, slaves can’t be choosers, and a public footservant like myself must show the utmost equal respect for the FOOTWEAR of all his customers!

A magnificent, fat, bald master-sir heads towards me. I do not believe I have had the honour of serving him before?

He stops in front of me with his tree-trunk legs...

...before ordering me to kiss his HAIRY TOES!

I obey the master-sir's command, of course! But, privately, I'm wondering if my morning could get any worse?

However, just when I think my morning really can’t get any worse, my luck changes, and I am called upon to both tongue-shine and kiss-respect a beautiful pair of female ballet flats with short white socks belonging to an office worker from across the other side of the square. Phew! It means this morning, post Ms Mukta, has not been a total washout!

Redemption in the form of a WHITE SOCK!

I am ordered to kiss-respect and then lickshine the hardworking ballet-flats of a female office-worker from one of the neighbouring offices!

I can smell that she's having a sneaky cigarette break - no doubt well-deserved on her part!

For my humble part, I am just delighted to be confronted with her WHITE SOCK. There is so much to admire in the SOFT COTTON SOCK - the V-shaped lines of STITCHING in the main body of the SOCK; the vertical lines of STITCHING in the reinforced, elasticated TOP of the SOCK; the CREASES; even some BOBBLING! I would happily accompany this young woman on my hands and knees back to her office desk in order to study her WHITE SOCKS on her FEET for the rest of the day! Yes, I know I said earlier that I would happily follow Ms Mukta's RED SOCKS for the rest of the day, but when it comes to my betters' SOCKS, I'm afraid I'm fickle like that!


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