Double Trouble
Here comes double trouble!
The two bright and intelligent, young women approach me from across the square in order to have their feet kissed. Thankfully, the second young woman to use me orders me to also lickshine her dirty sneaker soles. I say ‘thankfully’, because I haven’t eaten all day and her sneaker dirt helps to fill an empty hole in my footslave stomach.
As they walk away from me they both turn back to laugh at me, and are soon joined by other passers-by – all of them audibly mocking me; the females’ boot and shoe kisser and licker!