He Who Must Be Obeyed


























The beautiful, Asian customer-mistress looks fantastic, seated high above me and having her shoes lickshined by me. I would dearly love to speak to her – if only to express my slavish admiration for her, and to thank her for the privilege of tasting her dirty shoeleather. But, sadly for me:

a)    She’s not interested in talking to me. I’m just a common or garden, public shoelick, and she has much more interesting things to interact with on her smartphone
b)   My ever-vigilant, fat supervisor master-sir is bawling down orders at me to concentrate my slave tongue on the dirtiest parts of the customer’s shoes. And he is the one carrying the whip – therefore he must be obeyed!

And so I hold my tongue – over the young woman’s outstretched shoe, and lick it.

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