Old Shoelick











































‘Shine my boots, old shoelick!’

There are so many questions I would dearly love to ask this bright and intelligent, young Asian woman, such as:

·     What is her name?
·     What does she do for a living?
·     Does she have a boyfriend?
·     What is her favourite sexual position?
·     What brings her to this part of town late at night?
·     Does she live or work locally?
·     Where has she been walking today and, hence, what is the provenance of the dirt it is now my privilege to be licking from the soles of her boots?
·     Do her feet perspire a lot in these thick boots and socks?
·     Are her wonderful, grey socks plain and unpatterned throughout?
·     Does she have any verrucae, bunions or fungal nail infections on her feet inside her socks?
·     Can I please be her regular footslave, and serve her and her boyfriend’s feet and footwear on a daily basis?

But I dare not ask any of these intrusive, not to say impudent, questions as the young woman is clearly in no mood for a conversation with a common, public shoelick! She merely wants her boots lickshined – and she is wielding the public-use whip perilously close to my bent over back. And so, instead of arrogantly quizzing her, I humbly obey her:

‘Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress! Please don’t hurt me, mistress. I’m frightened of you, miss!’

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