Tasting Her Treads

The beautiful black customer-mistress kindly warns me that I must remove every last trace of dirt from her sneakers so that it all ends up inside my menial mouth and they end up as pristine white as her matching white socks. She further warns me that, if I fail to do so, her boyfriend will be angry and will come and turn my back into 'red raw jelly' with his leather whip!

I humbly seek to assure the customer-mistress that I shall do my shoe-level best to divest her sneakers of all their streetdirt and leave them sparkling - for I very much fear the whip, especially when it is wielded by a strong and muscular man as, no doubt, her magnificent boyfriend is? She confirms that he is, indeed, a much stronger, more handsome and better man than me, before ordering me to stop talking and to keep licking. She says I'm just a pathetic slave and my job is to lick and obey, not talk.

Truly a superb customer-mistress, and one who is deserving of the utmost respect! I make sure to taste her treads and extract all the precious dirt from them for the benefit of her absent boyfriend. I can only hope and pray that my efforts to clean his girlfriend's footwear are sufficiently pleasing to him and that I shall therefore be spared the jellifying sting of his mighty whip on my back!






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