Caviar of Captivity
This lady wants her ‘toenails cleaned’. They are already painted bright red, and so I do my toe-level best to gently and respectfully extract any offending, sweet-feminine toejam from beneath the varnished surfaces with the tip of my footslave tongue – a tongue much more used to licking leathery sneakers!
She eventually leaves me with her sticky toejam lingering inside my menial mouth. I slowly suck on it in order to fully savour all the salty and vinegary juices, before finally swallowing it. Such a rare and stinky delicacy for a public footservant – the caviar of captivity!