Patheticus Minimus 3D

Nowadays, my esteemed customers tend to be more interested in the contents of their phones than they are in me. And rightly so, for their phones contain valuable information, whereas I am just licking the dirt off their shoes or boots! Mind you, I'm not complaining, for it means I can take more surreptitious glances at their SOCKS without them noticing! A typical customer focused on the contents of her phone, rather than my tongue's ministrations on her shoes! And rightly so, for I'm sure the contents of her phone are of much more importance to her... ...than the dirt on the soles of her shoes! I don't mind that I am being ignored, for it means I can focus my lowly eyes on the customer's SOCKS! I can literally look up her socks with impunity, since she isn't watching my every move! The socks of a GODDESS! Thick, black SOCKS, with a fabulous weave! Of course, I must still lickshine the bottoms of her soles... ...and taste where she has been! But that's a smal...

Who knows – in a different world perhaps we could have been lovers, this pretty customer-mistress and myself? Well, friends, at least? Instead, however, I am just her public shoelicker – lickshining her shoes as she steadfastly ignores me. She sees me as nothing more than a non-person at her feet – a thing that cleans the bottoms of her shoes. I’m certainly not a man in her eyes, and she has no interest in getting to know me. Plus, of course, the Law forbids me from even thinking of my customer above the socks! So intimacy, or even friendship, with such a superior, beautiful being as this is out of the question for the likes of lowly me! Oh well, I must be grateful that at least our paths have crossed. Albeit fleetingly. And I am getting to taste where she has been, from the soles of her shoes. An honour, really, for a two-bit, common or garden, public footslave like me! A beautiful, superior creature ignores me as I humbly lickshine the bottoms of her shoes I fancy her of course, e...

A young woman takes advantage of me late at night to have her shoes lickshined. And why not? That’s what I’m here for, after all! 'Lickshine my shoes, slavey boy! And make sure your tongue doesn't touch my sock!' I set my tongue to work on the young woman's loafer shoe, as instructed, whilst she catches up with her text messages It's a shame I am forbidden to touch the SOCK - a lovely, brown SOCK But at least I can look  at it! I admire the patterns in the BROWN STITCHING of the SOCK! Of course, I am forbidden to look at, or even think  about, my customer above the SOCK! So I keep my eyes firmly glued on SOCK as my tongue tastes dirty SHOELEATHER! What a pathetic sight I must be... ...diligently lickshining a nonchalant young woman's SHOE, whilst she is still wearing it on her FOOT and SOCK! I wonder if it's me  she's laughing at? I rather fancy that I have the last laugh. For I am getting to study her SOCK! She tarries a while, scrolling through her te...