Dirty, Wet Sneakers


It’s a drab, miserable night, and the next customer-mistress’s nominally white sneakers are dirty and wet from the puddles of rain she has been walking through. She crouches down under the shelter of her umbrella to inform me, in no uncertain terms and with venom in her pretty voice, that if I fail to lick all the ‘dirt and gunk’ off her sneakers she will have me soundly whipped!

And so I lick hard on the belligerent and threatening customer-mistress’s sneakers – until such time as she is fully satisfied with their cleanliness, only for her to walk back through the very same muddy puddles as she leaves me to shiver and rot in my dirty alcove.
















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