Another Man's Shoelicker
Ms Mukta has brought along her husband Simon's dirty, smelly loafers for me to lickshine. She explains that they are going out together tonight to a dinner party at a friend's house and her husband wants his loafers to be 'spruced up', but he can't be bothered to clean them himself. Indeed, he can't even be bothered to bring them himself to their local public humble-head for a tongue-cleaning, so Ms Mukta has kindly brought them here for him.
She tells me to hurry up, as she hasn't got all day and, as she watches me clean her husband's dirty shoes with my menial mouth, she asks me if I don't feel shame - having to lickshine another man's discarded, dirty shoes in his absence but in the presence of that man's lovely wife? I confirm to Ms Mukta madam that I do indeed find it very humbling, but that it is a role fit for a despicable public footslave such as myself, thanking her kindly for her kind question. Indeed, I go further and humbly suggest to the mistress-madam that it would be an even greater honour for me, an impotent and celibate slave at her mercy, were she inclined to bring me her magnificent and sexually potent husband's dirty socks to be mouthwashed also, if she, and he, would be so kind?
She laughs at me and tells me she suspects I might baulk at the smell, and taste, of her husband's sweaty, used socks, but I again stress that, be that as it may, it would be a taste and a smell fit for a footslave such as myself - the taste and smell of another, much better and younger man's sweaty socks in my menial, middle-aged mouth, if she would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at her, and her husband's, mercy?
She laughs again and tells me to stop talking and to concentrate on licking her husband's shoeleather. She reminds me she hasn't got much time and says she wants to see 'a nice shine' on her husband's shoes by the time I have finished licking them. I assure Ms Mukta madam (before shutting up and getting on with my humiliating task in mouth) that it is my humble aim that she should be able to see her pretty face in them by the time I have finished, if it pleases her?
She kindly confirms that would please her, and crouches down to assist me in my menial task by pointing out those areas of ingrained dirt on her husband's shoes that require sustained licking.
Needless to say, all the while I am aching and yearning to lickshine her dirty shoes, and mouthwash her dirty socks - superb young woman that she is!
