New Customer-Mistress

The new customer-mistress in Smokers’ Corner is kindly introducing herself to me. She explains that her name is Louise (‘Customer-Mistress Ms Louise Madam’ to me), and that she has just started work in an office around the corner as a trainee solicitor.

I heartily congratulate the mistress on her new job, and assure her that it will be my honour and privilege to tongue-attend to her footwear during her cigarette breaks.

She then informs me that she rarely wears socks inside her office shoes, but she has noticed the sign attached to the back of my neck declaring me to be a ‘socks fancier’. Is that going to be a problem for me?

I hastily reassure my delightful new customer-mistress that it most certainly will not be a problem, since I am required by law to honour and respect each and every foot that is placed before on the public footblock, and I go on to explain to the pretty mistress-madam that the authorities had affixed such a sign to my neck merely to warn my customers of my disgusting and perverted predilection for admiring my customers’ socks whilst I am tongueshining their shoes, if the mistress would be so kind and forgiving to a queer socks-fancier such as myself?

She calls me a disgusting, filthy pig and then walks off informing me that she thinks I should be whipped for taking pleasure out of my customers’ socks, and that she will make DAMN sure NEVER to wear socks, as she doesn’t want me to derive any pleasure whatsoever during my humble and degrading work of lickshining her office shoes.

I am left feeling embarrassed and ashamed as I watch the successful, young woman’s high heeled shoes click-clacking away from me contemptuously. I can only hope and pray that new customer-mistress Ms Louise madam will nevertheless become a regular at my public shoelick stand as, with or without socks, she is a Gynarchy-girl goddess whose businesslike shoes it will be my inestimable honour to lickshine; the court shoes of a bright and intelligent young woman who is most assuredly going places!










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