Like A Hawk

The customer-mistress’s boyfriend watches over me like a hawk as I lickshine his girlfriend’s boots. He makes sure that I

·         Lick the dirtiest, vilest-tasting parts of her boots, yet refrain from grimacing
·         Do NOT allow my eyes to stray above her socktops
·         Think only humble thoughts as I perform my degrading task – the task of a slave

The mistress, meanwhile, relaxes above me with a cigarette. She knows she is superb, and better than me, and that it is an honour for the likes of me – a lowly, public footservant - to kneel before her and taste where she has been stepping out with her boyfriend.






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