Shanty-Town Shoelicker
Everything is as it should be in the ramshackle, shanty part of town. The slave is getting soaked whilst having to pay respectful homage to the mistress’s booted feet.
You may well ask what is the point of this bright, young woman having her dirty boots lickshined in the rain and the mud Won’t the slave’s work be entirely nugatory, since her boots are bound to get muddy again as soon as she walks away from him?
But of course, that is the whole point – to humiliate him, and demean him!
And note how the slave’s lowly eyeline, aided and abetted no doubt by the rusty, iron neck-collar around his scrawny slave-neck, remains beneath her white, scrunched-down, bootsock top. And rightly so – for even her socktop is better than him!
Let’s zoom in further, through the rain, onto her superior sock. Let’s admire the texture of her sock with our eyes, whilst the slave admires the texture of her bootleather – on his tongue! Truly it is the sock of a goddess! How the slave must yearn to kiss-worship it; but he may not – for he is not worthy to kiss such superior, female sock! Still, at least he gets to surreptitiously feel the soft, white cotton sock material brushing against his forehead as he kisses female boot.
Meanwhile the beautiful, if somewhat tomboyish, owner and wearer of the sock looks down upon her public bootlicking-slave with contempt – as well she might! Indeed, her face only lights up when a real man – one of her freemale acquaintances – joins her in the rain along with his pet dog, Buster.
Quickly the slave is forgotten about, and must bow the head to lick away the precious, dirty marks left on the concrete footblock beneath his kneeling face by the mistress’s bootsole, before the rain washes it away, whilst the feet of his betters walk away from him through the surrounding, dirty, shanty-town mud:
