Advantages & Disadvantages

It’s fair to say that there are both advantages and disadvantages to being a public footslave at a ‘sit down’ shoelick stand (as opposed to one where the customer must remain standing).

The advantages

·         I almost always get to see my customers’ socks, as their trouser-hems will inevitably ride up thanks to their haughty seated position high above me

·         My customers are likely to stay longer, as they are seated comfortably, thereby enabling me to study their socks in great detail as I tongue-attend to their outer footwear

·         Sometimes I can even build up a ‘rapport’ with the customer (albeit a rapport of unequals) and thus ask them polite questions about their socks, such as their provenance; whether they contain any hidden logos or patterns; how long they have been on the master or mistress’s feet? (Having said that, many other customers, such as the young Asian woman you see in front of me in the scene above, are in no mood for a chat about their socks – focussing as they are on other, higher things, such as their text messages. In such circumstances I must just get on with lickshining their shoes or boots in abject and respectful silence)

The disadavantages

·         My kneeling back is permanently exposed to the public-use whip

·         I therefore attract sadistic free-male master sirs –  such as the master-sir in this scene, master Matsuo sir, one of my regular tormentors –  who rightly revel in my humiliation at the general public’s feet

In this scene, as soon as the young Asian woman has left (without any words of thanks towards me as befits a superior and haughty young woman who has just had her boots lickshined by a lowly and impotent, anonymous public footservant), master Matsuo sir grabs the aforementioned public-use whip and crouches down to my face to ask me a whole series of questions designed to humiliate and shame me as he repeatedly ‘saws’ the whip in a threatening manner across my already sore and whip-marked back.

Questions such as:

Ø  How did I like the taste of the Asian girl’s boots?

Ø  Could I tell where she had been walking from the lingering tastes in my mouth?

Ø  What were her socks like? Can I describe them in intimate detail?

Ø  Don’t I feel shame at being a licker of girls’ boots and an admirer of their socks?

In answer to the master-sir (whom I acknowledge is a magnificent man and infinitely better than me), I politely and humbly inform him that the bright, young Asian woman’s boots had tasted foul, if he would be so kind and understanding, but that such foulness was a taste befitting a footslave’s menial mouth, thanking him kindly for his kind question, please don’t beat me master. I further speculate in front of the master sir that the young woman may well have been walking through a park or on some grass, as I had detected the distinct flavour of mud on her brilliant bootsole, if he would be so kind and understanding towards a humble and frightened slave at his masculine mercy? 

Turning to the young woman’s socks, I can humbly reveal to the master sir that I could just about make out a very faint and faded, white butterfly motif within the stitching of her blue socks – faded, presumably, due to repeated wash and wear of the socks, though I emphasise to the master sir that this is pure speculation on my humble part. Master Matsuo sir laughs out loud at me at this point, and orders me to write a 12 page essay expounding upon my theory in this regard, which he will return to collect first thing tomorrow morning (no sleep for me tonight, then!)

I conclude by thanking the master kindly for his kind questions and for his interest in my humble work, and confirm that I am indeed ashamed to be a licker of girls’ boots and a studier of their socks. Once again, I plead with the master sir not to beat me.

But master Matsuo sir is in a particularly mischievous mood today and he proceeds to ask me about the young woman’s bare leg skin above her socktops. What did I have to say about that? The master sir knows full well, of course, that my customers’ bare leg flesh is none of my damn business, but, inevitably, I had noticed a few minor blemishes on the pretty Asian customer-mistress’s right leg above her sock – such as some tiny hairs and a prominent mole. By law, I am duty bound to answer master Matsuo sir truthfully, even though I know this will give him the ‘excuse’ he is seeking to add to my whip stripes, by way of punishing me for ‘lusting’ after my customer’s bare legskin!

And so I brace myself for yet more, fully deserved, whip sting on my bended back – courtesy of superb master Matsuo sir. Whilst I am being whipped, I endeavour to take my mind of the biting pain by remembering the beautiful Asian customer’s faded butterfly socks, and by pondering what I am going to write about them in my forthcoming essay.