Waste of a Good Tongue
I’ve noticed over the years how some customer-mistresses – however street-soiled and dirty their footwear might be – still insist that I kiss-respect their shoes only, as opposed to ordering me to give them a full lickshine. Needless to say, it is not for the likes of me, a mere public footservant, to question my masters’ orders. But I can’t help feeling it’s a bit of a waste of a good footslave-tongue!
Note how I am obliged to observe the lines of stitching in the customer-mistress’s black anklesock as they follow the contours of her shapely foot. Not too how a free male walks on past me without a care in the world. That’s because he knows hewill never have to abase himself by kissing a beautiful, young woman’s dirty, white sneakers in public whilst studying the intimate contours of the stitching in her plain black socks!