Mirror, Mirror, On The Mall!

‘Mirror, mirror, on the mall; who’s the prettiest footmistress of them all?’

I can’t believe my luck! My new customer-shoelick stand in the local shopping-mall is actually located in front of a mirror – meaning that I not only get to see my face as I lickshine the lady-customers’ shoes or tongue-polish their boots, but I also get to see the backs of their heels whilst I am attending to the fronts of their dirty shoes and boots, since the mistress stands between me and the mirror in order to have her footwear attended to.

It must surely be a design flaw on the part of the shopping-mall owners – for no public footslave should be allowed to have such fun whilst he is at work?! Ha! Ha!

See what I mean – the petite and somewhat eccentrically-dressed, bespectacled, twenty-something Japanese girl in the pink cap and pigtails; the somewhat staid-looking, grey, business-suit jacket; and the incongruously bright pink, puffball skirt is now standing directly between myself and the mirror, and raising her right, sneakered and socked foot up onto the complimentary footblock.

The sneakers themselves are conventional enough – a nice and scruffy pair of plain white, low-cut, lace-up, keds-style sneakers, with matching, full-length, grubby-white anklesocks which are all carelessly creased and folded around her slender, oriental-girl anklebones!

‘Srave-o, lick my shoes! Make shoes clean!’, she snaps haughtily down at me, but I am, of course, only too happy to oblige – indeed, obliged to oblige, as this is my humble job; to kiss and ‘lickshine’ the dirty shoes and sneakers of the mall’s female customers, and thus make them feel good about themselves.

The sneakers may be a rather grubby pair of ordinary, everyday, white keds – nothing spectacular, even if they do adorn the feet of such a sweet and eccentric-looking, young oriental woman. But looked at in the spectacle of the mirror, they take on a whole new life and meaning – for I can observe the normally obscured-from-view creases around the backs of her grubby-white, plain and ordinary anklesocks, and all whilst I am tonguing the grubby-white rubbery shoe-toe on her extended right foot!

And even better than that – I can observe my pathetic, sock-obsessed face literally surrounded by her socks! I can observe myself actually counting the normally-hidden creases on the backs of her socks – especially the right one – as I tongue-shine her grey, rubbery sneaker-toe!

My field of vision, therefore, is totally dominated by the Japanese girl’s socks and sneakers – and from every angle! How humbling is that?!

I even want to kiss the backs of her socks in the mirror!

My God, I’m going to enjoy working on this shopping-mall, shoeshine pitch!

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Thanks to the magical, mall mirror, I get to see that my next customer-mistress – a tall black girl in her early thirties – has equally prominent scuffmarks on the backs of her low-heeled, black leather ankleboots, as she does on the toe-areas of her boots! And yet, bizarrely, she does not appear to require me to lickshine away the dirty scuffmarks on the backs of her boots, like she does with the fronts:

‘Lickshine the scuffmarks off my black leather boot-toes, dirty slave!’

Sadly, I don’t know if she’s wearing socks or not inside her boots, as her blue denim jean-hems are tucked into the tops of her boots. Not even my mirror can see through boots!

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No wonder the next mistress – a white girl – has her running shoes on; she appears to be in a right old rush!

‘Lick the crud and filth off my sneakers slave-boy, and be quick about it! I've got a bus to catch!’

The sporty, Australian mistress is referring to her blue and white striped, cushion-soled, laced-up running sneakers – and to the crud and filth she has picked up on them whilst no doubt jogging in the park i.e. things like dead grass; dead beetles; twigs; sticky, wet mud; and even a used-condom wrapper stuck to the heel of her left sneaker (it’s only thanks to the mirror that I could see that, and divest the beautiful, young Aussie mistress’s sneakersole of its unsavoury detritus!)

I find it kind of cute that she jogs to the shops, but then catches the bus back to her student digs! I suppose, to be fair, she’s weighed down with shopping on her way back.

G’day sport!

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No such frivolous attitude is permissible with my next customer-mistress – a strict, Muslim woman of Pakistani origins.

Not if I know what’s good for me!

‘Tongue-shine my boots, dirty slave! And do not be touching my black anklesocks with your dirty slave face! Touch only my boots!’

The white-headscarfed, young lady is referring to her black leather, loosely-laced-up, doc-marten style boots beneath her black cotton, ankle-length leggings. The gap between her lower legging-hems and upper bootrims – where her ankleskin would normally be visible – is tastefully covered by a pair of modesty-preserving, thick, black, woollen anklesocks.

It is these which the Pakistani mistress does not want touched as I lickshine her heavy, black DM boots.

What she doesn’t know is that, thanks to the strategically placed shop-mirror, I can just make out the tiniest slither of soft, brown, upper-heel flesh on her left leg, where the back of the thick, woolly sock is ever so slightly twisted!

Not that I can do anything about it, of course – I can only look and not touch! But my point is that I wouldn’t have seen even a snippet of her soft, young-womanly legflesh at all, were it not for my beloved mirror!

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‘Kiss the white socks, slave! Kiss big-toe area of socks twenty times!’

Who says that socks with sandals aren’t cool? Especially when they are the white cotton anklesocks, worn with the pastel-green leather, strappy, peep-toe, high-heeled sandals of a Russian girl!

And again – although I have been ordered to focus my mouth, quite rightly, on the reinforced big-toe area of sock, I can’t help but notice, thanks to my mirror, the worn and thinning white sock-area on the ball of her heel, through which I can see the distinctive hue of hardened, pinky-white, Russian-girl heelflesh.

Looks like her feet could probably do with a good pedicure – hence the socks?

But nothing escapes the scrutiny of my beloved mirror!

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Of course, sometimes I can overstep the mark – even though I’m just a humble, shopping-mall footslave – like I do with my next customer-mistress!

I thought the beautiful, young black woman might like me to straighten her red sneaker-socks inside her bright, yellow, velcro-fastened sneakers, as I notice, via my mirror that they have inadvertently slipped right down inside the backs of her yellow sneaker-heels!

But, mirror or no mirror, the clever, young black mistress could see right through me, and quickly spurned my self-centred sock advances:

‘Is you fick or something, dumbass slave! I said lickshine my sneaks, yeah? I ain't even bovvered about my dirty socks on my feet. Just, like, concentrate on my dirty sneaks, slave!’

That told me! It sure has brought me down a peg or two – for what’s the point in having a prime pitch, complete with mirror, if you still don’t get to service the backs of a lady’s sneakers or socks?!

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Then again, I’m sure the clever positioning of the mirror encourages the shopping customer-mistresses to come back and use me again and again – as they can use my full-length mirror as an excuse to preen themselves before I attend to their supposedly (or actually) dirty footwear!

Look who’s back!

‘Aha! You clean my dirty, white sneakers again, srave-o! You not do job properly first time! You a useless, lazy srave-o!’

‘Yes, Japanese mistress! At once, Japanese mistress!... And may I just say in answer to your first question at the very beginning, mistress, you are the prettiest footmistress of them all, mistress!’

Vanity and flattery – the perfect ingredients for a customer-mistress/public-footslave relationship, I always find!

I make sure to get my weaselly-worded tongue around to the backs of those grubby-white, keds sneakers this time – whether I have been specifically bidden to or not! It’s worth risking the whip, for I can no longer just kneel here and ignore the dirt on the backs of this delightfully eccentric, young Japanese woman’s grubby-white keds – especially since the dirty grass-stains are staring me in the face, through the mirror!

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Yes – on reflection, I am a truly fortunate footslave to have such a lucky mirror on my shopping-mall, shoelick stand. Let’s hope the glass never gets broken, and it brings me seven long years of good footslave luck!