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Again waiting.
A Japanese couple in their 60s come in for a massage. i sit down in front of the lady, removing her sneakers and starting my massage. Luckily men don’t like a man massaging their feet. Later i service a single Chinese lady in flip flops, two British beginning 30s, in flip flops as well, and a group of young Nepalese tourists, all for foot massage only and luckily for me not aware of my role as a slave. Just must customers are amused to get massage and pedicure service from a foreigner.
„Customers, fast“, Pranee is shouting impatiently. i am in the kitchen, just picking some food out of the dustbin from their lunches. Now i must be fast, crawling through the curtain into the shop room. A group of six Indonesian Ladies around 40 to 50 in blue long dresses are discussing the service menu. All Muslims, all wearing a scarf, two even a Niqab so that just a groove for the eyes allow a very limited look at their faces.
„Why took long?“, Pranee shouts upset and the whip hits my back, drawing two lines on my skin under my shirt. The six customers look bemused at this situation. Since i am late, the Ladies already sitting down. Recovered from the shock of my punishment i crawl forward to collect their sandals and dirty open wedges. Most of the shoes seem to be quite old and worn out already and i fear to be forced to drink out the bowl out again, especially since i just disappointed my Maai.
As pointed by Pranee i crawl to a lady with a Niqab, just seeing her two dark eyes, looking at me with a mixture of interest and strong contempt. „Do your job“, she commanded, lifting her right foot in front of my face. i have the impression her eyes sparkle by excitement to humiliate me. i start massaging and try to give my best to please her as she deserves. i am glad to see, that she leans back and her muscles relax. However she still is focussing my eyes and i look down, escaping her glare. „Can i see it?“, she asks Pranee and points at the whip. Closely she examines the short braided leather whip and i start fearing what might come to her mind. Nodding her head she is giving back the whip to Pranee and i can fully concentrate again on my massage job at her feet.
After 30 minutes the massage is over. „Massage good? Or beating?“, Pranee asks. The Lady lifts her head and i assume i can recognize in her eyes that she is smiling now. My heart is beating fast. „Whip, how many?“, Pranee keeps asking. „20“, she responds. 20? Did she really wants me to get 20 strokes? That’s brutal! The other Ladies are chatting and chuckling and all eyes are now focussed on my scared face. „Please Mam“, i am begging her. She focusses my eyes again, the seconds seem to be hours now. She repeats, „20. I want to see him cry.“ „Yes, 20!“, the others shout. Pranee looks a bit surprised about so much cruelty, but after a brief reflection, looking into my scared face, she answers, „ok“ and to me „up on knees, hands up!“.
i lift up kneeing in front of this excited Indonesian Goddess to present my back to my Maai, stretching my arms over my head. „Look at me, I want to see your eyes, when you suffer“, her words come behind her Niqab. Again i see this sparkling in her eyes, which makes me fear. The first hard stroke hits my back fast followed by the second and an even stronger third one. Four, five, six! My body starts shaking and i try hard to keep on focussing these cruel and at the same time exciting eyes. Between the strokes i think about, who is this Goddess, what makes her so cruel? Seven, eight, nine, ten! My whole back is paining and only half of the job is done. Another Lady is catching this event with her phone. „Like?“, Pranee asks. Responded by „Do harder“. 11, 12, 13 and 14. It is hard for me to hold my arms up in the air. At 15 i break down, begging at her feet, „Please, please Goddess, mercy“. She moves my head up with her foot, deeply looking into my eyes, „no mercy for kufr“. It follows stroke 16, 17, 18, very hard strokes meats my flesh. Finally 19, 20 and over. i break down again, placing my head on her divine feet and crying. The two from the couch standing up, lifting my shirt and inspecting the whip marks on my back. Photos are taken. i can’t move, just crying and kissing the feet of this Goddess who just showed so much cruelty to me.
„Go“, Pranee says and i crawl back to the kitchen, lying on the floor. i am putting my head down on the sandals of this amazing Goddess and try to calm down and recover. Who is she? i keep on asking myself.
After a while the other Ladies got their massage finished as well and Pranee calls me in to bring the shoes. Unfortunately i was not able to clean them, but nobody takes notice about this omission. i try to bring the right shoes to each of the Ladies, last to this amazing Goddess. Here feet look beautiful and i bow down to set a careful kiss to each of her feet, before they leave.
It becomes more busy now, since we are heading evening. It gets already dark outside. Around 6pm a Japanese business Lady, mid 30s, comes in for her weekly pedicure. She never takes notice about me, always busy with her phone. But it seems she likes my pedicure since she is a regular customer. At this time more Westerners show up as well and we have no time for breaks anymore. Some make amused jokes about me.
After dinner time an Indian group arrives, two families, parents around 40 years, with three youngsters, two men and one lady, surely below 20. For me it is an unpleasant situation, since Indian family fathers would never allow a man to touch their wives’ or daughters’ feet. So i knee down in front of one of the sons, taking of his trekking sandals and start massaging him. The towel looks quite grey after washing his feet. They don’t really seem to take notice, that a non Thai man is doing this job on their feet. During massaging i often try to catch a look of the feet of the daughter and luckily when they left, i could at least put on her white Chucks again.
A group of young US party tourists, two young rich Chinese couples busy with showing off and Swedish feet i have to massage in the next hours. Finally it is past 11pm and Pranee is closing the door.
The owner, an older Thai Lady, is entering and checking the revenues of the day. i already start cleaning a bit, especially the toilet, which will be my bedroom soon again. Some disgusting things i find in the bin, better not talking about it. Later i move back to the kitchen, trying to grab my dinner out of the dustbin. „Here, food“, Pranee interrupts me, handing over six ped eggs. She often forces me to do this, so i know, there is no way to reject and i am indeed really hungry. So i open the ped eggs and diligently lick out all the scrubbed callus out of all corners. i know she will check. The taste is very soapy.
Pranee is reporting to her boss about the day. The old Lady is lifting my shirt to see the whip marks on my back. She looks quite impressed. After i found the last fish ball in the bin, i crawl to the chamber, grab my mattress and lie down in my room after another hard day. Pranee is locking the door and soon it becomes quite outside. The last i hear is the closing of the front door. It takes a while until i can sleep and i need to try out a couple of positions, since my back is still paining. Finally, it must be around 1am already, i fall asleep, to be ready for the next work day as a slave in a Bangkok pedicure shop, under the command of a strict Maai, Pranee.
!!!!! END !!!!!
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