The Shoe-Fetishist
24 year old miss Nadya was a shoe-fetishist. She just couldn’t help herself. She loved shoes – shoplifting them; trying them on in quiet alleyways after she had made good her escape; admiring how they looked on her dainty, Romany feet; taking them home to show to her beloved, Romany husband; talking about her latest shoe-acquisitions with her female circle of friends (her fellow, female gypsy-gang members); and, of course, she loved wearing her stolen shoes around town and in her gypsy encampment!
But most of all she loved to deliberately dirty up a brand new pair of stolen shoes for the specific purpose of humiliating and degrading some hapless, public footslave whom she would then make tongue-shine her dirtied shoes back to their original perfection whilst she was still wearing them on her pretty, Romany feet.
For miss Nadya was a female sadist, as well as a shoe-thief and shoe-fetishist.
Being a slightly-built, dark-haired, gypsy girl, with somewhat skinny and fragile-looking legs and ankles, her preference was for shoes with high heels – not so much ‘spiked’ heels; but chunky, blocky, solid-looking, 2 or 3 inch heels on chunky, solid-looking shoes; shoes which augmented her in the eyes of the world; that filled out her slender and delicate, Romany ankle-bones and made them look bigger and stronger than they actually were. For whenever she was dominating a public foot-servant she liked to feel strong and powerful. She liked the feeling of power that heavy, chunky, block-heeled shoes gave her over the humbly-kneeling and fearful, male slave at her feet.
Curious, then, that she never wore boots!
She had just acquired one such pair of chunky, new shoes – a delightfully feminine but powerful-looking pair of patent, black leather, round-toed, block-heeled, mary-jane style shoes with three inch heels at the back, and three, narrow black straps running across the tops of each of her dainty, gypsy-girl feet – the highest of the three, shiny-leather straps just brushing against her shapely, but skinny, lower anklebones.
Nadya admired the unlawfully procured, shiny black shoes as they glistened and shone in the bright, winter sunshine against the matt background of her ubiquitous, dark-coloured, but finest denier, nylon, knee-high stockings on her gypsy-girl feet and legs. Miss Nadya always wore knee-high nylons with her chunky shoes – stolen nylons. She liked the feeling of comfort the nylons gave her delicate feet inside her heavy, outer footwear – absorbing her inevitable footsweat and preventing the new shoes from rubbing against her delicate, feminine, bare foot-skin.
And besides, she knew that her nylon popsocks looked good on her thin and shapely gypsy feet and lower legs beneath her brightly-coloured, ankle-length, traditional, Romany dress. Her dark popsocks drove the public footslaves wild! Ha! Ha! How they longed to brush their pathetic and dirty, public-footslave mouths against the delicate nylon material of her dark-toned, knee-high stockings underneath the hem of her long, floral dress – up as high as the dark, reinforced rim of her nylon popsocks just below her cut and scarred Romany kneecaps, if she would let them!
But she never did!
For miss Nadya was like that – cruel. A cruel temptress. She brought the slaves so near – and yet kept them so far – from her delicate and quintessentially feminine, inner footwear, for she demanded that they should concentrate their efforts on her outer footwear. As far as miss Nadya was concerned, no public footslave could ever be worthy enough to touch her precious, protective, and sweat-absorbing nylons with their dirty-dog tongues, mouths, lips, noses or faces – let alone with their dirty, footslave hands! Her nicked, nylon knee-highs were better than them. The slaves could therefore look – but not touch.
Unlike with her shoes, for although her illicitly acquired footwear was also better and more precious than a footslave-dog’s life, someone had to care for them and clean them – remove the muck she had so carefully spread onto them! She therefore granted a fortunate public footslave her mistressly consent to lick-shine her deliberately sullied shoes whenever it tickled her female fancy.
But it was a concession – not an automatic right!
Today, mistress Nadya did fancy a tongue-shining. She sighed somewhat wistfully to herself. Her black, shiny, mary-jane shoes, fresh out of the shoe-shop, were truly beautiful – but it was time to sully them up. Temporarily, of course – and just so that they could be promptly unsullied by a dirty public footslave’s slobbering mouth.
She walked over in her new shoes to a nearby grassy knoll. It being wintertime, and still only morning, the grass was still dewy and moist beneath her Romany feet, making it easier to find wet mud to spread on the soles of her pretty, new shoes. But she used a stick as well – a stick to spread wet mud all around the uppers of the shiny, black, patent leather; on the thick, rounded toe areas; on the sides; around the chunky, black, 3 inch heels; and along the thin, black leather straps of the uppers. She even managed to smear some wet mud onto the intricate mechanisms of the tiny, metal buckles at the end of each strap.
And miss Nadya didn’t use just any old stick! She used her beloved ‘whipping stick’. Despite its name, it was, in fact, her very own multipurpose stick – for she regularly used it not only to smear mud and dirt onto her beloved shoes, but also to point to the specific areas of her shoes which she wanted the hapless pubic footslaves to lick clean, and to beat them with across their bare backs and shoulders should they fail to please her with their humble, public shoe-licking efforts!
Nadya was adept at caning slaves across their bare backs, just as she was adept at smearing mud on her shoes. When she had finished her shoey muck-spreading, the smart, black patent leather, mary-jane style shoes looked truly filthy. Like she had been tending the fields – something she had not done since emigrating to the Gynarchy from Eastern Europe with her itinerant family some six years previously!
Only her dark, nylon stockings remained unsullied, for Nadya could not abide the sight, and feel, of wet mud on her high-quality, stolen nylons. And besides she had learnt through bitter experience that asking a stupid slave to lick or suck wet mud off her nylons was just asking for trouble – for the mud would inevitably smear on the sheer, nylon material thanks to the footslave’s dirty saliva. It would never come off – or at any rate not just through having one’s stockings sucked! The already wet mud would just mix in with her nylon foot-perspiration, and the dirty footslave’s saliva, to make the delicate stockings look even grubbier, whereas freshly footslave-saliva-licked shoes would be sparkling once again in the bright, winter sunshine!
Miss Nadya smiled to herself as she adjusted her brightly-coloured, gypsy-girl headscarf and looked down upon her freshly-muddied shoes beneath the hem of her long, brightly-coloured and floral-patterned, gypsy-girl dress. She decided she would visit slave ‘Soreback’ today – her local public shoeshine-slave on the run-down housing estate next to her gypsy encampment. He would have the honour of admiring and tongue-cleaning her now deliberately defiled, new shoes. He would get to lick them clean – and like it!
And even if he didn’t like it, he would still lick them clean – for miss Nadya would have her thieved shoes clean and shiny once more!
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Slave Soreback, as he was affectionately known by his occasional gypsy-girl customer-mistress, was having a quiet day. The sink estate was unusually deserted for this time of morning – devoid of feminine footwear. He was therefore quite bored. He desperately needed something to occupy his tongue – even a pair of tatty, old female converse-sneakers, of which there were many on the estate, would do. Anything to keep him busy – for a public footslave hates to be idle!
His prayers for some female foot-company were soon answered when he recognised the multicoloured, ankle-length dress and matching floral headscarf of the Romany girl from the neighbouring gypsy camp, miss Nadya, coming towards him. He braced himself for some heavy-duty, East European gypsy-girl shoe licking, for he had had the honour of serving this demanding and very distinctive young woman several times before!
Sure enough, as miss Nadya’s brightly-coloured ankle-length dress, strappy, mary-jane style shoes and dark-coloured nylons came closer he realised that he was in for another heavy slave-meal of thick, feminine shoe-mud – a meal that would, no doubt, be punctuated by yet more physical pain, as miss Nadya, he already knew from bitter sore-back experience, was quite handy with her omnipresent ‘whipping-stick’.
But the terrifying thought of impending pain courtesy of the Romany-girl’s ubiquitous pointing and punishment stick did not dismay him too much – for he knew also that, amidst the pain, he would have the slavish satisfaction of tongue-shining a delightful pair of sweet, feminine, gypsy-girl, muddy shoes. Miss Nadya always wore nice shoes! He shared her fetish, and her taste in muddy shoes – literally so in his case!
He just wondered where she got all her different pairs of shoes from – not that it was any of his damn business!
Slave Soreback’s shoelick-stand, as befits a public shoelick-stand on a run-down, suburban housing estate, was of the humble, suburban, ‘stand-up’ variety. Romany goddess-mistress Nadya would have to stand dominantly whilst she was having her muddy shoes licked - with one shapely foot raised onto the wooden footblock which was located on the ground, whilst the kneeling footslave attended to it with his eager-to-please, slave mouth and lips. But miss Nadya never seemed to mind. She would stand there for hours, if necessary, until, her dirty shoes were divested of mud and once again shone to her complete, hard-to-please, feminine satisfaction.
Slave Soreback loved this dark-haired, swarthy-skinned Romany girl – and her shoes. She was most definitely his kind of exotic mistress!
And she really had done him proud this morning – a fetching pair of black, patent leather, mary-jane shoes with three delightful, narrow-leather straps across the tops, and those chunky high-heels he just loved to get his teeth into; figuratively speaking, of course, for woe betide any slave who inadvertently scars mistress Nadya’s shoes with his teeth!
Miss Nadya, as was her young-womanly wont, walked straight up to the footblock, adjusted her pretty headscarf over her jet-black, shoulder length hair, and imperiously positioned her right foot forward onto the footblock’s bare wooden surface. Slave Soreback immediately admired how her right, dark-coloured, nylon stocking creased and folded ever so slightly in three places around her swarthy-skinned, lower anklebone, caused by the arrogant, outstretched positioning of her dainty, Romany foot beneath the hem of her floral-patterned, ankle-length dress.
He already knew, however, that as far as miss Nadya’s nylon-stocking was concerned he could admire – but not touch. It would be very much out of bounds to his mouth - unlike her shoes.
He waited for miss Nadya to start the mistress-slave transaction, as a male slave must always humbly defer to a superior mistress, especially such a beautiful and strong-willed, young Romany mistress.
‘Ha! Ha! Slave back sore this morning? Many pain?’
Her East European, Romany voice was as soft and delicate as her slender, nylon-covered, Romany ankles must be, but slave Soreback was not fooled by the gypsy-girl’s seemingly warm and friendly words of concern for his welfare. As she greeted him, miss Nadya was already fondling her beloved whipping-stick – possibly readying it for pointing at the mud on her shoe; but possibly also for whipping him!
His sore back was already quite sore enough. Business may have been slow that morning, but the female whipping sticks had been falling hard and fast over recent days. He did not need yet another whipping from yet another underclass female customer. He therefore returned the young Romany mistress’s seemingly cheerful greeting with a respectful, but fearful, tone of voice, as befits a prone and vulnerable male slave facing female danger:
‘Oh pray, mistress Nadya. God bless you most beautiful mistress Nadya. Thank you for visiting this humble, public-shoelick once again, mistress Nadya. This slave is indeed in pain, but feels blessed now that the superior mistress has kindly graced him with her divine and comforting, feminine presence, if you would be so kind mistress Nadya.’
They say that flattery will get you everywhere, but it’s not true. Slave Soreback’s sycophantic grovelling was like water off a duck’s back to miss Nadya. She had heard it all before – slaves praising her great beauty and divine, feminine presence, for she used public footslaves nearly everywhere she went. And besides, this particular stupid old slave was only stating the blindingly obvious – that he was indeed privileged and blessed to have her exotic, Romany beauty in his worthless male-slave presence!
She therefore gathered up some phlegm in her pretty mouth and spat on him, before getting straight down to business:
‘Dirty dog! You kiss Nadya dirty right shoe – once on toe; then you praise shoe. You bless shoe. You bless or I curse!’
She then spat on him again, with fully justifiable contempt for the lower being that he self-evidently was. After all, he was the one in shackles on his hands and knees, obliged to kiss dirty female footwear in public.
Slave Soreback had already been preparing himself for miss Nadya’s spit-shower and, having savoured the Romany girl’s phlegm trickling down his cheek, was now more than ready to kiss and bless her superior shoe. He knew the Romany girl’s favoured routine well enough by now – spit and polish; her spit on his face; his tongue-polish on her shoe.
The shoes might be brand new to him – but the mistress was not!
Thankfully, he would have no trouble whatsoever in kissing, and then blessing and eulogising miss Nadya’s imperiously outstretched, right shoe – and not just because he was anxious to avoid her gypsy curse! He actually genuinely admired and revered the young Romany woman’s chunky, black, mary-jane shoe, and knew that the more he flattered it, and paid verbal homage to it, the longer he would be permitted to lick it (as opposed to just kissing it once on the muddy, rounded toe area) and thus pay full oral homage to it!
They basically both wanted the same thing – he and his superior, Romany customer-mistress – albeit from different motives; he desired to worship; she desired to be worshipped.
‘Yes mistress Nadya. At once mistress Nadya. This slave obeys the mistress… kiss…Oh pray mistress Nadya’s right shoe, if I may be so bold mistress Nadya’s right shoe, truly you are the most beautiful thing this dirty slave has ever set eyes on, if it is so pleasing to you mistress Nadya’s right shoe. Oh pray mistress Nadya’s new shoe, this slave truly admires the way you hug your mistress’s beautiful foot and ankle, and complement her dark, nylon, knee-high stockings in both your appearance and in your role of protecting sweet and kind mistress Nadya’s divine, Romany feet. God bless you, mistress Nadya’s right shoe! Oh shoe, this slave also admires your delicate straps at the top of your body, and the equally delicate, metal buckles which secure your beautiful, leather body to the softness of the mistress’s nylon-covered foot, if you would be so kind and merciful to a dirty slave, mistress Nadya’s new shoe. Oh pray mistress Nadya’s shoe! Praise be to you, mistress Nadya’s black, leather shoe! God bless you, mistress the shoe!’
Slave Soreback recognised how appropriate it was for a slave to address a superior mistress’s shoe as ‘mistress’ – for it is clearly female, and therefore his superior and better!
If it looks female; and smells female; and feels female on the lips – it is female!
Mistress Nadya laughs a satisfied, gloating laugh:
‘Ha! Ha! Dirty dog! Now you beg shoe for lick clean. You beg lick mud off miss Nadya shoe. You beg clean shoe with dirty-dog tongue!’
‘Yes mistress Nadya. At once mistress Nadya…Oh pray mistress Nadya’s right shoe, truly you are my mistress and better. This slave is sorry that you find yourself sullied by the mud and dirt of the Gynarchy’s streets, for the mud hides the mistress-shoe’s natural, patent-leather beauty. Oh pray, mistress Nadya’s muddy shoe, please permit this dirty, worthless slave the inestimable honour of removing the offending mud from your soft, feminine surface, and returning you to all your sweet feminine glory, for truly you are a feminine shoe that deserves to be admired by all mankind as you glisten in the sunshine and beautify the already beauteous mistress Nadya’s right foot and ankle. Oh pray mistress Nadya’s right shoe! Oh pray!’
Miss Nadya, the rightful, Romany owner of the new shoe, laughs out loud again at the old footslave’s slavering sycophancy towards her young-womanly footwear, even though her English is not good enough to understand everything he is saying.
She gets the gist of it!
‘Ha! Ha! Dog beg well! Nadya shoe say you lick-shine now, but you not touch Nadya stocking. You touch stocking you feel Nadya stick on bare shoulder! Feel pain! Ha! Ha!’
‘Yes, mistress Nadya. Of course, mistress Nadya…Thank you mistress Nadya, and God bless mistress Nadya’s shoe for granting my unworthy tongue permission to lick her, if it is so pleasing to you mistress Nadya! This slave will be careful not to touch the mistress’s nylon stocking with his dirty tongue and lips, mistress Nadya. Please don’t beat me with your stick, mistress!’
As he spoke, he found himself wondering whether the nylon of miss Nadya’s knee-high stockings was reinforced over the toe areas inside her shoes. He fervently wished he could see her nylon-stockinged toes, but knew in his heart of hearts that it just wasn’t going to happen!
If only she were an open-toed sandal-fetishist – like so many gypsy-women! But a beggarly, public footslave can't exactly choose his exotic gypsy-mistress!
Miss Nadya, meanwhile, was evidently pleased at the slave’s cringe-worthy servility towards her and her shoe:
‘Ha! Ha! You look like frightened puppy. Ha! Ha! You cower like dog – a whipped dog at Nadya pretty feet! Ha! Ha!’
She again flexes her whippy, wooden stick threateningly in her pretty Romany hands.
Without any further sycophantic verbosity, having successfully wooed mistress Nadya’s, admittedly willing, right shoe to the point where he now had explicit superior Romany-female permission to lick it clean, slave Soreback buried his tongue in the thick, gooey mud that currently covered the shiny black, outer side of miss Nadya’s outstretched right, mary-jane style, stolen shoe.
He may have been a weaselly-worded shoe-flatterer, but slave Soreback was no foot-fool! He could tell that the muddy streaks along the side of mistress Nadya’s superior, female shoe were not the result of natural fouling. They had clearly been applied artificially. Furthermore, the tell-tale mud stains on the top of miss Nadya’s whipping-stick belied exactly how quite so much mud had gotten onto the young gypsy-woman’s shiny, black leather shoe!
But none of that mattered, of course. What mattered was that there was mud sullying the side of miss Nadya’s beautiful, new shoe – a shoe which she now owned by hook or by crook - and it was his unpaid job to remove it by mouth, whatever its provenance.
Mud by mouth.
It tasted bitter, but then female shoe-mud always did! The fist lick softened the already wet mud still further; it was only with the second lick that it seemed to start coming off the side of the shoe and into his mouth. It took two or three more vigorous licks to remove each mud-stain completely.
The sharp and pointy, mud-encrusted tip of miss Nadya’s ever-threatening punishment-stick suddenly pointed beneath his humbly kneeling face to an area near the tip of her blocky, black, 3 inch heel:
‘You lick here, dirty footlick! You lick Nadya dirty heel or feel sting of stick on bare back!’
‘Yes, mistress Nadya. At once, mistress Nadya. Please don’t hurt me, mistress. This slave obeys you, all-powerful mistress Nadya.’
It was funny how such a sweet and delicately-built, modestly-headscarfed, young gypsy woman could pose such a serious physical threat to a burly, if elderly, male slave, but she now seemed to veritably tower over him in her multicoloured, flower-patterned, ankle-length, gypsy dress, her chunky-heeled, black leather shoes, and her dark, nylon knee-highs – her pointing-cum-punishment stick in hand, just itching to descend sharply onto his bare and vulnerable, kneeling, male back in order to paint it gypsy-red!
You will have already gathered that despite his slave-nickname, slave Soreback intensely disliked pain, and was in no mood to argue with miss Nadya’s whipping-stick. His obedient lips therefore made straight for the muddy heel-area which the female stick had so forthrightly pointed out to him.
Once again mud came off – off feminine shoe leather and into his male mouth; where it belonged.
But the trickiest part was yet to come, of course – the areas around miss Nadya’s delicate, black leather shoe-straps just below her bony, nylon-stockinged, Romany anklebone. For mistress Nadya had carefully smeared mud with the tip of her whipping-stick all along the thin and delicate leather straps just below her stockinged ankles. And that mud had to come off without his now literally filthy and dirty lips inadvertently straying onto her finest-denier, dark-coloured, gypsy-girl, stolen nylons!
Both mistress and slave watched closely as the tip of slave Soreback’s experienced footslave-tongue finally reached the area of the straps. He even noticed one of the three, tiny creases in her nylon stocking flex and fold as if bracing itself for a possible male-tongue violation!
But the modest and pure, feminine nylon-stocking need not have worried. Slave Soreback’s tongue, with its years of delicate, female shoe-strap licking experience, knew better than to stray onto delicate, and sensitive, feminine nylon without her express, female permission.
Ironically for a slave, he was a master shoelicker!
Miss Nadya was actually quite disappointed. She had fervently hoped to be able to whip the slave with her beloved punishment-stick for inadvertently violating her pure nylon stocking.
She whipped him anyway – just for the hell of it; just to emphasise to him his pathetic powerlessness and helplessness as he knelt before her at her non-mercy.
Nadya laughed as slave Soreback gasped in pain over her shoe, but still did not desist from tongue-shining her delicate, leather shoe-straps. She was even, if truth be told, quite impressed that, despite the sudden shock of his undeserved pain, slave Soreback’s steady tongue still did not jolt onto her superior nylon stocking!
Meanwhile a free man – a real man – shouted at Nadya as he walked past her:
‘Ha! Ha! That’s right darling – you give him what for! Ha! Ha! Make sure the sad, old wimp cleans all that crud off your pretty shoes! Ha! Ha! You’re gorgeous you are, sweetheart. Phwoah!...’
Nadya smiles at the loud-mouthed freeman and flutters her dark-brown, gypsy-girl eyes at him. She adores real, masterful men like him. It is only weak-willed, mud-mouthed, male footslaves like slave Soreback that she despises and chooses to sadistically dominate.
Encouraged by the freeman’s public words of support, Nadya assists slave Soreback to live up to his name by giving him another stinging cut of her whipping-stick, but this time by way of a signal for him to stop licking her shoe:
‘Finish now, dirty shoelick! Nadya want inspect shoe!’
Slave Soreback, having gasped in pain once again from the stinging cut of the cane across his exposed, left shoulder blade, reluctantly but obediently stops licking the beautiful, strappy, mary-jane style shoe on the sweet, young Romany woman’s skinny, nyloned foot.
He then watches, stickstruck and awestruck, as miss Nadya twists and turns her right shoe in the air directly beneath his humbly bowed and submissive face, causing her sheer, nylon stocking to crease and fold skittishly around her angular ankle-bones in front of his very eyes, as she inspects his recent tonguework on her black, leather shoe.
The female shoe was now glistening and unsullied once more - as it should be. Not even the demanding miss Nadya could find fault with it.
Slave Soreback meanwhile, audibly swallowed miss Nadya’s right shoe-mud in order to make room for her left shoe-mud in his ugly, mudbath mouth…
The End
But most of all she loved to deliberately dirty up a brand new pair of stolen shoes for the specific purpose of humiliating and degrading some hapless, public footslave whom she would then make tongue-shine her dirtied shoes back to their original perfection whilst she was still wearing them on her pretty, Romany feet.
For miss Nadya was a female sadist, as well as a shoe-thief and shoe-fetishist.
Being a slightly-built, dark-haired, gypsy girl, with somewhat skinny and fragile-looking legs and ankles, her preference was for shoes with high heels – not so much ‘spiked’ heels; but chunky, blocky, solid-looking, 2 or 3 inch heels on chunky, solid-looking shoes; shoes which augmented her in the eyes of the world; that filled out her slender and delicate, Romany ankle-bones and made them look bigger and stronger than they actually were. For whenever she was dominating a public foot-servant she liked to feel strong and powerful. She liked the feeling of power that heavy, chunky, block-heeled shoes gave her over the humbly-kneeling and fearful, male slave at her feet.
Curious, then, that she never wore boots!
She had just acquired one such pair of chunky, new shoes – a delightfully feminine but powerful-looking pair of patent, black leather, round-toed, block-heeled, mary-jane style shoes with three inch heels at the back, and three, narrow black straps running across the tops of each of her dainty, gypsy-girl feet – the highest of the three, shiny-leather straps just brushing against her shapely, but skinny, lower anklebones.
Nadya admired the unlawfully procured, shiny black shoes as they glistened and shone in the bright, winter sunshine against the matt background of her ubiquitous, dark-coloured, but finest denier, nylon, knee-high stockings on her gypsy-girl feet and legs. Miss Nadya always wore knee-high nylons with her chunky shoes – stolen nylons. She liked the feeling of comfort the nylons gave her delicate feet inside her heavy, outer footwear – absorbing her inevitable footsweat and preventing the new shoes from rubbing against her delicate, feminine, bare foot-skin.
And besides, she knew that her nylon popsocks looked good on her thin and shapely gypsy feet and lower legs beneath her brightly-coloured, ankle-length, traditional, Romany dress. Her dark popsocks drove the public footslaves wild! Ha! Ha! How they longed to brush their pathetic and dirty, public-footslave mouths against the delicate nylon material of her dark-toned, knee-high stockings underneath the hem of her long, floral dress – up as high as the dark, reinforced rim of her nylon popsocks just below her cut and scarred Romany kneecaps, if she would let them!
But she never did!
For miss Nadya was like that – cruel. A cruel temptress. She brought the slaves so near – and yet kept them so far – from her delicate and quintessentially feminine, inner footwear, for she demanded that they should concentrate their efforts on her outer footwear. As far as miss Nadya was concerned, no public footslave could ever be worthy enough to touch her precious, protective, and sweat-absorbing nylons with their dirty-dog tongues, mouths, lips, noses or faces – let alone with their dirty, footslave hands! Her nicked, nylon knee-highs were better than them. The slaves could therefore look – but not touch.
Unlike with her shoes, for although her illicitly acquired footwear was also better and more precious than a footslave-dog’s life, someone had to care for them and clean them – remove the muck she had so carefully spread onto them! She therefore granted a fortunate public footslave her mistressly consent to lick-shine her deliberately sullied shoes whenever it tickled her female fancy.
But it was a concession – not an automatic right!
Today, mistress Nadya did fancy a tongue-shining. She sighed somewhat wistfully to herself. Her black, shiny, mary-jane shoes, fresh out of the shoe-shop, were truly beautiful – but it was time to sully them up. Temporarily, of course – and just so that they could be promptly unsullied by a dirty public footslave’s slobbering mouth.
She walked over in her new shoes to a nearby grassy knoll. It being wintertime, and still only morning, the grass was still dewy and moist beneath her Romany feet, making it easier to find wet mud to spread on the soles of her pretty, new shoes. But she used a stick as well – a stick to spread wet mud all around the uppers of the shiny, black, patent leather; on the thick, rounded toe areas; on the sides; around the chunky, black, 3 inch heels; and along the thin, black leather straps of the uppers. She even managed to smear some wet mud onto the intricate mechanisms of the tiny, metal buckles at the end of each strap.
And miss Nadya didn’t use just any old stick! She used her beloved ‘whipping stick’. Despite its name, it was, in fact, her very own multipurpose stick – for she regularly used it not only to smear mud and dirt onto her beloved shoes, but also to point to the specific areas of her shoes which she wanted the hapless pubic footslaves to lick clean, and to beat them with across their bare backs and shoulders should they fail to please her with their humble, public shoe-licking efforts!
Nadya was adept at caning slaves across their bare backs, just as she was adept at smearing mud on her shoes. When she had finished her shoey muck-spreading, the smart, black patent leather, mary-jane style shoes looked truly filthy. Like she had been tending the fields – something she had not done since emigrating to the Gynarchy from Eastern Europe with her itinerant family some six years previously!
Only her dark, nylon stockings remained unsullied, for Nadya could not abide the sight, and feel, of wet mud on her high-quality, stolen nylons. And besides she had learnt through bitter experience that asking a stupid slave to lick or suck wet mud off her nylons was just asking for trouble – for the mud would inevitably smear on the sheer, nylon material thanks to the footslave’s dirty saliva. It would never come off – or at any rate not just through having one’s stockings sucked! The already wet mud would just mix in with her nylon foot-perspiration, and the dirty footslave’s saliva, to make the delicate stockings look even grubbier, whereas freshly footslave-saliva-licked shoes would be sparkling once again in the bright, winter sunshine!
Miss Nadya smiled to herself as she adjusted her brightly-coloured, gypsy-girl headscarf and looked down upon her freshly-muddied shoes beneath the hem of her long, brightly-coloured and floral-patterned, gypsy-girl dress. She decided she would visit slave ‘Soreback’ today – her local public shoeshine-slave on the run-down housing estate next to her gypsy encampment. He would have the honour of admiring and tongue-cleaning her now deliberately defiled, new shoes. He would get to lick them clean – and like it!
And even if he didn’t like it, he would still lick them clean – for miss Nadya would have her thieved shoes clean and shiny once more!
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Slave Soreback, as he was affectionately known by his occasional gypsy-girl customer-mistress, was having a quiet day. The sink estate was unusually deserted for this time of morning – devoid of feminine footwear. He was therefore quite bored. He desperately needed something to occupy his tongue – even a pair of tatty, old female converse-sneakers, of which there were many on the estate, would do. Anything to keep him busy – for a public footslave hates to be idle!
His prayers for some female foot-company were soon answered when he recognised the multicoloured, ankle-length dress and matching floral headscarf of the Romany girl from the neighbouring gypsy camp, miss Nadya, coming towards him. He braced himself for some heavy-duty, East European gypsy-girl shoe licking, for he had had the honour of serving this demanding and very distinctive young woman several times before!
Sure enough, as miss Nadya’s brightly-coloured ankle-length dress, strappy, mary-jane style shoes and dark-coloured nylons came closer he realised that he was in for another heavy slave-meal of thick, feminine shoe-mud – a meal that would, no doubt, be punctuated by yet more physical pain, as miss Nadya, he already knew from bitter sore-back experience, was quite handy with her omnipresent ‘whipping-stick’.
But the terrifying thought of impending pain courtesy of the Romany-girl’s ubiquitous pointing and punishment stick did not dismay him too much – for he knew also that, amidst the pain, he would have the slavish satisfaction of tongue-shining a delightful pair of sweet, feminine, gypsy-girl, muddy shoes. Miss Nadya always wore nice shoes! He shared her fetish, and her taste in muddy shoes – literally so in his case!
He just wondered where she got all her different pairs of shoes from – not that it was any of his damn business!
Slave Soreback’s shoelick-stand, as befits a public shoelick-stand on a run-down, suburban housing estate, was of the humble, suburban, ‘stand-up’ variety. Romany goddess-mistress Nadya would have to stand dominantly whilst she was having her muddy shoes licked - with one shapely foot raised onto the wooden footblock which was located on the ground, whilst the kneeling footslave attended to it with his eager-to-please, slave mouth and lips. But miss Nadya never seemed to mind. She would stand there for hours, if necessary, until, her dirty shoes were divested of mud and once again shone to her complete, hard-to-please, feminine satisfaction.
Slave Soreback loved this dark-haired, swarthy-skinned Romany girl – and her shoes. She was most definitely his kind of exotic mistress!
And she really had done him proud this morning – a fetching pair of black, patent leather, mary-jane shoes with three delightful, narrow-leather straps across the tops, and those chunky high-heels he just loved to get his teeth into; figuratively speaking, of course, for woe betide any slave who inadvertently scars mistress Nadya’s shoes with his teeth!
Miss Nadya, as was her young-womanly wont, walked straight up to the footblock, adjusted her pretty headscarf over her jet-black, shoulder length hair, and imperiously positioned her right foot forward onto the footblock’s bare wooden surface. Slave Soreback immediately admired how her right, dark-coloured, nylon stocking creased and folded ever so slightly in three places around her swarthy-skinned, lower anklebone, caused by the arrogant, outstretched positioning of her dainty, Romany foot beneath the hem of her floral-patterned, ankle-length dress.
He already knew, however, that as far as miss Nadya’s nylon-stocking was concerned he could admire – but not touch. It would be very much out of bounds to his mouth - unlike her shoes.
He waited for miss Nadya to start the mistress-slave transaction, as a male slave must always humbly defer to a superior mistress, especially such a beautiful and strong-willed, young Romany mistress.
‘Ha! Ha! Slave back sore this morning? Many pain?’
Her East European, Romany voice was as soft and delicate as her slender, nylon-covered, Romany ankles must be, but slave Soreback was not fooled by the gypsy-girl’s seemingly warm and friendly words of concern for his welfare. As she greeted him, miss Nadya was already fondling her beloved whipping-stick – possibly readying it for pointing at the mud on her shoe; but possibly also for whipping him!
His sore back was already quite sore enough. Business may have been slow that morning, but the female whipping sticks had been falling hard and fast over recent days. He did not need yet another whipping from yet another underclass female customer. He therefore returned the young Romany mistress’s seemingly cheerful greeting with a respectful, but fearful, tone of voice, as befits a prone and vulnerable male slave facing female danger:
‘Oh pray, mistress Nadya. God bless you most beautiful mistress Nadya. Thank you for visiting this humble, public-shoelick once again, mistress Nadya. This slave is indeed in pain, but feels blessed now that the superior mistress has kindly graced him with her divine and comforting, feminine presence, if you would be so kind mistress Nadya.’
They say that flattery will get you everywhere, but it’s not true. Slave Soreback’s sycophantic grovelling was like water off a duck’s back to miss Nadya. She had heard it all before – slaves praising her great beauty and divine, feminine presence, for she used public footslaves nearly everywhere she went. And besides, this particular stupid old slave was only stating the blindingly obvious – that he was indeed privileged and blessed to have her exotic, Romany beauty in his worthless male-slave presence!
She therefore gathered up some phlegm in her pretty mouth and spat on him, before getting straight down to business:
‘Dirty dog! You kiss Nadya dirty right shoe – once on toe; then you praise shoe. You bless shoe. You bless or I curse!’
She then spat on him again, with fully justifiable contempt for the lower being that he self-evidently was. After all, he was the one in shackles on his hands and knees, obliged to kiss dirty female footwear in public.
Slave Soreback had already been preparing himself for miss Nadya’s spit-shower and, having savoured the Romany girl’s phlegm trickling down his cheek, was now more than ready to kiss and bless her superior shoe. He knew the Romany girl’s favoured routine well enough by now – spit and polish; her spit on his face; his tongue-polish on her shoe.
The shoes might be brand new to him – but the mistress was not!
Thankfully, he would have no trouble whatsoever in kissing, and then blessing and eulogising miss Nadya’s imperiously outstretched, right shoe – and not just because he was anxious to avoid her gypsy curse! He actually genuinely admired and revered the young Romany woman’s chunky, black, mary-jane shoe, and knew that the more he flattered it, and paid verbal homage to it, the longer he would be permitted to lick it (as opposed to just kissing it once on the muddy, rounded toe area) and thus pay full oral homage to it!
They basically both wanted the same thing – he and his superior, Romany customer-mistress – albeit from different motives; he desired to worship; she desired to be worshipped.
‘Yes mistress Nadya. At once mistress Nadya. This slave obeys the mistress… kiss…Oh pray mistress Nadya’s right shoe, if I may be so bold mistress Nadya’s right shoe, truly you are the most beautiful thing this dirty slave has ever set eyes on, if it is so pleasing to you mistress Nadya’s right shoe. Oh pray mistress Nadya’s new shoe, this slave truly admires the way you hug your mistress’s beautiful foot and ankle, and complement her dark, nylon, knee-high stockings in both your appearance and in your role of protecting sweet and kind mistress Nadya’s divine, Romany feet. God bless you, mistress Nadya’s right shoe! Oh shoe, this slave also admires your delicate straps at the top of your body, and the equally delicate, metal buckles which secure your beautiful, leather body to the softness of the mistress’s nylon-covered foot, if you would be so kind and merciful to a dirty slave, mistress Nadya’s new shoe. Oh pray mistress Nadya’s shoe! Praise be to you, mistress Nadya’s black, leather shoe! God bless you, mistress the shoe!’
Slave Soreback recognised how appropriate it was for a slave to address a superior mistress’s shoe as ‘mistress’ – for it is clearly female, and therefore his superior and better!
If it looks female; and smells female; and feels female on the lips – it is female!
Mistress Nadya laughs a satisfied, gloating laugh:
‘Ha! Ha! Dirty dog! Now you beg shoe for lick clean. You beg lick mud off miss Nadya shoe. You beg clean shoe with dirty-dog tongue!’
‘Yes mistress Nadya. At once mistress Nadya…Oh pray mistress Nadya’s right shoe, truly you are my mistress and better. This slave is sorry that you find yourself sullied by the mud and dirt of the Gynarchy’s streets, for the mud hides the mistress-shoe’s natural, patent-leather beauty. Oh pray, mistress Nadya’s muddy shoe, please permit this dirty, worthless slave the inestimable honour of removing the offending mud from your soft, feminine surface, and returning you to all your sweet feminine glory, for truly you are a feminine shoe that deserves to be admired by all mankind as you glisten in the sunshine and beautify the already beauteous mistress Nadya’s right foot and ankle. Oh pray mistress Nadya’s right shoe! Oh pray!’
Miss Nadya, the rightful, Romany owner of the new shoe, laughs out loud again at the old footslave’s slavering sycophancy towards her young-womanly footwear, even though her English is not good enough to understand everything he is saying.
She gets the gist of it!
‘Ha! Ha! Dog beg well! Nadya shoe say you lick-shine now, but you not touch Nadya stocking. You touch stocking you feel Nadya stick on bare shoulder! Feel pain! Ha! Ha!’
‘Yes, mistress Nadya. Of course, mistress Nadya…Thank you mistress Nadya, and God bless mistress Nadya’s shoe for granting my unworthy tongue permission to lick her, if it is so pleasing to you mistress Nadya! This slave will be careful not to touch the mistress’s nylon stocking with his dirty tongue and lips, mistress Nadya. Please don’t beat me with your stick, mistress!’
As he spoke, he found himself wondering whether the nylon of miss Nadya’s knee-high stockings was reinforced over the toe areas inside her shoes. He fervently wished he could see her nylon-stockinged toes, but knew in his heart of hearts that it just wasn’t going to happen!
If only she were an open-toed sandal-fetishist – like so many gypsy-women! But a beggarly, public footslave can't exactly choose his exotic gypsy-mistress!
Miss Nadya, meanwhile, was evidently pleased at the slave’s cringe-worthy servility towards her and her shoe:
‘Ha! Ha! You look like frightened puppy. Ha! Ha! You cower like dog – a whipped dog at Nadya pretty feet! Ha! Ha!’
She again flexes her whippy, wooden stick threateningly in her pretty Romany hands.
Without any further sycophantic verbosity, having successfully wooed mistress Nadya’s, admittedly willing, right shoe to the point where he now had explicit superior Romany-female permission to lick it clean, slave Soreback buried his tongue in the thick, gooey mud that currently covered the shiny black, outer side of miss Nadya’s outstretched right, mary-jane style, stolen shoe.
He may have been a weaselly-worded shoe-flatterer, but slave Soreback was no foot-fool! He could tell that the muddy streaks along the side of mistress Nadya’s superior, female shoe were not the result of natural fouling. They had clearly been applied artificially. Furthermore, the tell-tale mud stains on the top of miss Nadya’s whipping-stick belied exactly how quite so much mud had gotten onto the young gypsy-woman’s shiny, black leather shoe!
But none of that mattered, of course. What mattered was that there was mud sullying the side of miss Nadya’s beautiful, new shoe – a shoe which she now owned by hook or by crook - and it was his unpaid job to remove it by mouth, whatever its provenance.
Mud by mouth.
It tasted bitter, but then female shoe-mud always did! The fist lick softened the already wet mud still further; it was only with the second lick that it seemed to start coming off the side of the shoe and into his mouth. It took two or three more vigorous licks to remove each mud-stain completely.
The sharp and pointy, mud-encrusted tip of miss Nadya’s ever-threatening punishment-stick suddenly pointed beneath his humbly kneeling face to an area near the tip of her blocky, black, 3 inch heel:
‘You lick here, dirty footlick! You lick Nadya dirty heel or feel sting of stick on bare back!’
‘Yes, mistress Nadya. At once, mistress Nadya. Please don’t hurt me, mistress. This slave obeys you, all-powerful mistress Nadya.’
It was funny how such a sweet and delicately-built, modestly-headscarfed, young gypsy woman could pose such a serious physical threat to a burly, if elderly, male slave, but she now seemed to veritably tower over him in her multicoloured, flower-patterned, ankle-length, gypsy dress, her chunky-heeled, black leather shoes, and her dark, nylon knee-highs – her pointing-cum-punishment stick in hand, just itching to descend sharply onto his bare and vulnerable, kneeling, male back in order to paint it gypsy-red!
You will have already gathered that despite his slave-nickname, slave Soreback intensely disliked pain, and was in no mood to argue with miss Nadya’s whipping-stick. His obedient lips therefore made straight for the muddy heel-area which the female stick had so forthrightly pointed out to him.
Once again mud came off – off feminine shoe leather and into his male mouth; where it belonged.
But the trickiest part was yet to come, of course – the areas around miss Nadya’s delicate, black leather shoe-straps just below her bony, nylon-stockinged, Romany anklebone. For mistress Nadya had carefully smeared mud with the tip of her whipping-stick all along the thin and delicate leather straps just below her stockinged ankles. And that mud had to come off without his now literally filthy and dirty lips inadvertently straying onto her finest-denier, dark-coloured, gypsy-girl, stolen nylons!
Both mistress and slave watched closely as the tip of slave Soreback’s experienced footslave-tongue finally reached the area of the straps. He even noticed one of the three, tiny creases in her nylon stocking flex and fold as if bracing itself for a possible male-tongue violation!
But the modest and pure, feminine nylon-stocking need not have worried. Slave Soreback’s tongue, with its years of delicate, female shoe-strap licking experience, knew better than to stray onto delicate, and sensitive, feminine nylon without her express, female permission.
Ironically for a slave, he was a master shoelicker!
Miss Nadya was actually quite disappointed. She had fervently hoped to be able to whip the slave with her beloved punishment-stick for inadvertently violating her pure nylon stocking.
She whipped him anyway – just for the hell of it; just to emphasise to him his pathetic powerlessness and helplessness as he knelt before her at her non-mercy.
Nadya laughed as slave Soreback gasped in pain over her shoe, but still did not desist from tongue-shining her delicate, leather shoe-straps. She was even, if truth be told, quite impressed that, despite the sudden shock of his undeserved pain, slave Soreback’s steady tongue still did not jolt onto her superior nylon stocking!
Meanwhile a free man – a real man – shouted at Nadya as he walked past her:
‘Ha! Ha! That’s right darling – you give him what for! Ha! Ha! Make sure the sad, old wimp cleans all that crud off your pretty shoes! Ha! Ha! You’re gorgeous you are, sweetheart. Phwoah!...’
Nadya smiles at the loud-mouthed freeman and flutters her dark-brown, gypsy-girl eyes at him. She adores real, masterful men like him. It is only weak-willed, mud-mouthed, male footslaves like slave Soreback that she despises and chooses to sadistically dominate.
Encouraged by the freeman’s public words of support, Nadya assists slave Soreback to live up to his name by giving him another stinging cut of her whipping-stick, but this time by way of a signal for him to stop licking her shoe:
‘Finish now, dirty shoelick! Nadya want inspect shoe!’
Slave Soreback, having gasped in pain once again from the stinging cut of the cane across his exposed, left shoulder blade, reluctantly but obediently stops licking the beautiful, strappy, mary-jane style shoe on the sweet, young Romany woman’s skinny, nyloned foot.
He then watches, stickstruck and awestruck, as miss Nadya twists and turns her right shoe in the air directly beneath his humbly bowed and submissive face, causing her sheer, nylon stocking to crease and fold skittishly around her angular ankle-bones in front of his very eyes, as she inspects his recent tonguework on her black, leather shoe.
The female shoe was now glistening and unsullied once more - as it should be. Not even the demanding miss Nadya could find fault with it.
Slave Soreback meanwhile, audibly swallowed miss Nadya’s right shoe-mud in order to make room for her left shoe-mud in his ugly, mudbath mouth…
The End
