A New Dawn

Dawn. As I look out across the deserted town square, I contemplate how another long day of kissing feet, and licking shoes and boots, inevitably lies ahead of me. It’s what I must do all day and every day (and night), for I am a public footslave, obliged to kiss the feet of the public and thus make them feel good about themselves.

As I contemplate my lowliness, I find myself wondering who will be my first customer of the day – the first to step up to my humble-head face? Will they be one of my regular customers? Or a complete stranger? Will they be young or old? Black or white? Rich or poor? Cruel or kind? It really doesn’t matter, for they are all my betters, and must be shown equal footslavish respect! 

As it turns out, my first customer of the day is very familiar to me. I espy the familiar frame of local goddess Ms Mukta madam heading towards me on her early-morning jog

Her feet stop in front of me, but initially say nothing

I'll bet she's casually taking a swig of her bottled water, isn't she?

'Kiss my foot, slave.'

'And the other one.'

'Haha, how are you looking forward to your new day, slavey? Are you hoping to see lots of nice sockies?'  Ms Mukta knows that I slavishly adore my customer's SOCKS. I respond to her mocking question as politely, humbly and honestly as I can: 'Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, truly this slave is indeed hoping to view many superb socks on his customers' feet throughout the course of the day, madam, but none of them could possibly be as nice as your red running socks, miss, begging your pardon and forgiveness for my footslavish forwardness, madam?'

My pathetic and obsequious response causes her to burst out laughing (at me)...

 ...before she turns her back on me and jogs off, still cackling and laughing out loud. I meant what I said, though.
 
Ms Mukta's SOCKS are my life, and I only wish I could follow them to heel!


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