To Be Sneezed At!

So, your black customer-mistress is seated imperiously above you on your ‘sit-down’, public shoelick stall – towering over you and partially blotting out your sunlight as you kneel humbly on the dirty ground, your face level with her feet as she rests them on the two metal footrests directly in front of you.

She is not one of your regular customers; she is a stranger to you. But what can you deduce about her, merely by using your powers of footslave-observation?

Well:

· You can see, even from her shapely, lower leg muscles, that she is a very beautiful, young woman – early to mid twenties; straight, black, shoulder-length hair, but with red highlights in it; self-evidently fashion conscious, being dressed as she is in a short, black T shirt which shows off her bare midriff (including her pierced bellybutton); her red and white checked, cotton miniskirt; her scrunched-up, black cotton, thick, calf-length socks; and her flat-heeled, black leather, lace-up ankleboots – but with the upper laces fashionably loose and undone, thereby exposing the leather tongues of her boots, and helping to create a fashionably ‘slovenly’ footwear-look!

· You can tell also that she is not to be trifled with, thanks to her haughty and dismissive attitude towards you. She has merely uttered the command ‘Shine they up, bwoy!’ to you, in a thick Jamaican accent – referring to her boots, of course. Clearly a young, black, African-Caribbean woman who is accustomed to utilising the services of public footslaves, even if she is a first-timer on your particular stall.

· She sounds bunged up, and clearly has a cold. She is holding a tissue periodically up to her pretty face, and blowing her nose into it. You immediately feel sorry for her, for no superior mistress should ever have to suffer illness – however minor. If it were in your power, you would take her cold from her, and suffer it in her stead. But nature, unfortunately, doesn’t work like that, and it is a humble reminder to you that the black mistress in her black boots and socks, for all her superior young-womanly power and authority over you, is still a flawed human being, subject to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, just as you are (though at least she can, if she wishes, take some cold remedies to help treat her cold; you, as a slave, would be expected to just suffer it in silence!)

· You know that she has a loving, male partner for, as she settles down into the raised shoelick chair in front of you, ready for her bootshining, she finds the strength, despite her nasty cold (caused perhaps, at least in part, by her skimpy attire on this distinctly chilly autumnal day?) to take out her mobile phone and dial her boyfriend/husband. He must be her sexual partner for she calls him ‘babe’, and you can hear the sympathetic, Jamaican-patois voice of a young black man on the other end of the phone, though you can’t make out his words. Judging by the side of the conversation you can hear, the mistress’s side, the young, Jamaican couple are arranging to meet up later on for a slap-up meal. Hopefully that will cheer the mistress up and help her to forget about her cold!

· It is also a timely reminder to you that you have work to do – you must ‘shine up’ the mistress’s slovenly, black leather ankleboots, presumably for the benefit of her male partner, so that his girl won’t be seen out with him in dirty boots. You therefore study the boots closely, in order to determine those areas on which your bootslave-tongue will be required to focus most of its attention – the scuffmarked, rounded toe areas; the dirt-stained lower insteps; the leather-creased, flat heel areas at the backs.

· All the while you try not to focus on the mistress’s scrunched-up, black cotton bootsocks as they tower above you masterfully over her shapely calve muscles – for they are a dangerous distraction to you. Sadly, you have not been ordered to attend to, or adjust, the young black woman’s bootsocks. She is happy with them the way they are, and doesn’t want them pulled up – all part of her designer-slovenly look! She is a minx, though – exposing the black leather tongues of her boots by not bothering to tie up the laces at the tops like that – and thereby exposing you to even more of her delicious, black sock!

· You are just about to lower your lips to the telephone-conversation-distracted, black customer-mistress’s scuffmarked, right boot-toe, when you spot it – the dirty, white, paper tissue stuck to the grey, street-worn sole of her black ankleboot! On closer examination, the tissue contains a sticky green substance, which has no doubt caused its fixation to the sole of the young woman’s street-boot.

· You must assume that the discarded and walked-in paper tissue belongs to the selfsame young black woman currently seated above you, and that the green substance is her expelled snot from her runny nose. You could be wrong, of course; it may be that the tissue is nothing to do with her, and that it is a total stranger’s snot-rag! But, even if that is the case, you know for certain it must be the snotty tissue of another female – for only females are allowed to litter here in the Gynarchy. Free males are required to put their litter into a bin, under pain of imprisonment if they don’t. Only a superior female is permitted to carelessly chuck away her used tissues with impunity, for some male street-cleaning slave to subsequently pick up.

· What else do you know about the used tissue? Well, you know that you are now legally obliged to remove it, by mouth, from the black customer-mistress’s dirty bootsole. You have no choice – it’s the law! A public footslave must remove any dirty items stuck to the soles of a customer-mistress’s shoes or boots, regardless of whether or not she is aware of the offending item (and in this case she probably isn’t). So, you are legally obliged, under the Female Laws of the country in which you are enslaved, to suck and/or lick off any pieces of dirty chewing gum; or stones; or mud-patches; or dead grass; or food debris and – yes – any female-snot-laden paper tissues, from the soles of a superior customer-mistress’s boots. And not only that, but you must ‘recycle’ any such waste and detritus, by swallowing it. Indeed the law actually states that you must first savour it inside your footslave-mouth, before swallowing it; and being a law-abiding footslave, that’s precisely what you shall do!

· You therefore, somewhat gingerly – for you are, fundamentally, a cowardly slave – move your mouth over to the offending paper tissue and scoop it up with your tongue and lips off the bottom of the mistress’s dirty and dusty boot and into your mouth. The ‘savouring’ process confirms your suspicion that the greenish substance contained in the tissue is indeed bitter-tasting, feminine snot – hopefully from the runny nose of the beautiful, black mistress seated unconcernedly above you. The tissue does stick somewhat in your gullet as you try to swallow it, but you console yourself with the humbling thought that you have at least been able to take some of the beautiful, young black woman’s germs away from her, and that her superior snot-DNA is now an integral part of you. It’s an honour and a privilege, when you really think about it!

· Her black bootsocks suddenly crease and fold even further as she suddenly places her mobile phone onto her lap, and leans down from her seat to slap you hard across your gormless, footslave face with the brown palm of her right hand: ‘Git on wit’ yoh work, bwoy! Lickshine my boots like I has told you to, yeah?’. Your face is now bright red, both from the imprint of her angry palm, and with slavish embarrassment. The young, black woman, blissfully unaware of the dirty tissue formerly stuck to her right bootsole, thinks you have been skiving by not diligently tongueshining the uppers of her boots. She cares not that you had a bootsole-emergency to deal with! And somewhat ironically, the hand she has just used to slap you also still contains her current tissue – the one she has just been blowing her nose into; you could feel it on the palm of her hand as she violently struck you. At least it helped to soften the blow somewhat, though it has also left a wet, sticky substance on the side of your reddening cheek. More female snot, presumably?

· The angry, young, black mistress then settles back in her comfortable seat again, her calf-length, black bootsocks returning to their original crease-configuration, as she picks up her phone from her miniskirted lap and resumes her lovey-dovey conversation with her manly, Jamaican boyfriend above you. You hear her complaining about you to her boyfriend: ‘Yeah, the dirty slave was just neglectin’ my boots, or somethin’? If you was here I’d aks you to whup him for me, babe, innit though? Ha! Ha!’

· You are so glad the young black woman’s boyfriend is not here, for he would almost certainly flog you mercilessly with the public-use whipping stick for ‘dissin’ his girlfriend by not immediately lickshining her boots as per her original command. And, of course, you would be forbidden by law from arguing with him – even though you had only been fulfilling your statutory, public duty of divesting his beloved girlfriend’s dirty bootsole of her carelessly discarded, paper snot-rag! If you did attempt to raise such a pointless defence he would doubtless accuse you of a tissue of lies, and whip you even harder! I know - it’s snot fair!

· Ironically, at just this juncture, the black mistress sneezes, and then noisily blows her nose again before carelessly chucking the freshly used tissue down onto the dirty ground next to your kneeling, and now frantically bootlicking, face. If the chilly, autumn breeze doesn’t blow it away I’m afraid you shall be obliged to suck up and swallow that snotty tissue also! Again, it’s the law. Not that the black customer-mistress cares about that – she just wants her boots shined for her boyfriend!

‘A..choo!’

Unable to pull out a fresh tissue in time the longsuffering, cold, black customer-mistress unconcernedly sprays you in her fresh snot. But then, that’s partly what you’re there for – to be looked down upon and sneezed at!

Bless you, mistress!