Lack of Intimacy
Even though I'm doing an intimate thing - lickshining the customer-mistress's dirty boot in the face of her sock - she remains cold and aloof. That's because I am not her lover; nor even her friend. She doesn't even know, or want to know, my name. To her, I'm just another anonymous public humble-head; a thing that kisses and licks feet out on the dirty streets.
She will, therefore, not converse with me - other than issuing me with her initial, snapped orders to 'shine her boots'. And when she is satisfied with my efforts, she will merely turn and walk away from me in silence, stony faced, leaving me to shiver over my lonely and empty, concrete footblock.
She's right to do so. I am not good enough for her; anyone can see that! The only embrace I deserve from her would be the warm embrace of her whip! She is therefore quite right also to have ignored me also whilst I tongue-shone her boots. Just tasting where a superb customer-mistress like this has been walking, is a privilege enough for the likes of me!
She will, therefore, not converse with me - other than issuing me with her initial, snapped orders to 'shine her boots'. And when she is satisfied with my efforts, she will merely turn and walk away from me in silence, stony faced, leaving me to shiver over my lonely and empty, concrete footblock.
She's right to do so. I am not good enough for her; anyone can see that! The only embrace I deserve from her would be the warm embrace of her whip! She is therefore quite right also to have ignored me also whilst I tongue-shone her boots. Just tasting where a superb customer-mistress like this has been walking, is a privilege enough for the likes of me!
