Designer Tongue

It’s been a long time since I last served highly devout, and immensely beautiful, customer-mistress Ms Karen Madam, but today she has kindly stopped by for a quick lick and a shine. I humbly greet her and ask after her wellbeing, but her response is to simply position her right boot in front of my humble head and shout down at me:

‘Shut the f*ck up, slave, and start licking all the filth off the bottom of my boot!’

I immediately apologise to the mistress for my impudence and put my tongue to the use for which it is designed – that of lickshining ladies’ boots – whilst the owner and wearer of the soiled boot chats away high above me on her phone to someone she really cares about, and simultaneously enjoys a cigarette.

How stupid can I be? Thinking that a superior being like Ms Karen Madam could possibly be interested in idle chit chat with a lowly head-in-the-wall, public footservant such as myself! I am not even worthy to taste where she has been on the soles of her brilliant boots. Shame on me!















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