Explanations
Beautiful regular customer-mistress miss Arabella madam, she of the long, black hair, is graciously explaining to her new best friend, who I gather has just moved into the area, my role as the local public footservant.
Miss Arabella talks about me as if I wasn’t there, cheerfully explaining that:
· Although, technically speaking, I am a smokers’ footkisser (hence my location in a smokers’ corner down a dark and dingy alleyway) anyone can use me – and not just to have their feet kissed, but also to have their dirty shoes or boots cleaned by mouth if that’s what they want
· Miss Arabella confirms to her friend that she herself has used me many times to clean her shoes. You just need to say ‘Lick slave, or somefing!’, as opposed to saying nothing at all if you merely require the bog-standard service of having your shoes or boots kissed ‘and that!’
· She explains that I am ‘open for business’ 24/7, and thus can be used late at night after one has been out clubbing
· She also explains that I am a ‘dumbass footslave’ i.e. forbidden to talk
· Finally she explains that if her friend wishes to encourage me to give good service the best thing she can do is to show me a glimpse of her socks – since it’s a well known fact that all footslaves like socks
Her friend laughs and says ‘Innit, though!’, before duly hitching up her trouser hem to show me her hitherto hidden sock as she wilfully orders me to lickshine her dirty sneaker-toe whilst mistress Arabella madam, for her part, brings pressure to bear down on the top of my humble head by means of her own daintily outstretched foot.
So, yet again, my face is dominated by the smells, sights and tastes of a young woman’s rubbery sneaker and dirty sock. And miss Arabella is, of course, right! I do admire her friend’s sock, and it inspires me to do a good job on her sneakers, for it is a very nice sock indeed – nominally white, but dirty, like her outer sneakers.
As the two superior young women triumphantly turn to walk away from me, I overhear the new girl telling miss Arabella madam that she thinks she will be using me often to clean her shoes, as the price of revealing a glimpse of sock to me is, in her estimation, well worth it! Innit though?
