That Told Me!
The superb customer-mistress appears to be in a hurry as she stops by me for a lick and a shine. She keeps looking at her watch. Which is a pity, as her boots and socks are truly superb!
I politely tell her so:
‘Oh pray, superb mistress, begging your pardon, superb mistress, truly your boots and socks are superb mistress, if you will forgive my intrusion most beautiful and kind customer-mistress madam?’
My pathetic fawning produces a predictably angry response from the superior young woman high above me:
‘You shut f**k up, dirty slave! You lick! Not talk! I not got all night – want boots nice and shine for my boyfriend. You obey or I kick you in ugly face! You a f**kwit!’
I promptly do as I’m told, for that certainly told me! I lickshine her boots for the benefit of her boyfriend whom she is clearly on her way to meet. As the superb young woman has so eloquently pointed out, that’s all I’m good for. I’m just a licker of other men’s girlfriends’ boots and an admirer of their socks.
I bow my head in utter shame at my impotence and worthlessness as she walks away from me leaving me with the bitter taste of her dirty bootleather inside my menial mouth. Truly it is an honour for the likes of me to even breathe the same air that surrounds her boots, let alone tastethem!