Taste of Success
Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam has come to gloat over me, and to inform me, as I am lickshining her loafer shoes, that she has just landed a well-paid job working as a receptionist in a big office in the city. I am, naturally, very pleased for her, and congratulate her profusely in amongst my licks to her shoes, whilst she points out that whereas she is going up in the world, I am still a sad old loser, confined on my hands and knees, licking other people’s dirty shoes for a living! However, being a kind and compassionate young woman, she also points out that at least I am able to taste a little bit of her success from the soles of her shoes, and she expresses the mocking hope that perhaps some of her female success will even rub off on me – or at least onto the surface of my leathery old maleslave-tongue!
She then laughs at me as she ups and leaves, her smart shoes glistening with my saliva whilst I remain on my hands and knees in the dirt awaiting my next successful and superior customer to come and use me, whosoever that may be.
