Right Down Into My Face
The mocking customer-mistress gets right down into my face as she informs me that I am going to have to lickshine her 'filthy' shoes. She reminds me that I have no choice in the matter as I am just a public footslave and she is my 'esteemed customer-mistress'. I thank her kindly for her kind reminder and assure the mistress that her shoedirt belongs inside my menial mouth. She laughs out loud at me and promptly stands up in order to present her first foot to my shoecleaning face. The shoe tastes vile, but I do not baulk, as that would be disrespectful. On the contrary I seek to extract all the street dirt and grime from her pretty shoe with my tongue and transfer it to the inside of my dirt-receptacle mouth. The customer-mistress greatly facilitates me by angling her shapely, female foot around my face so that my humble, male tongue can gain access to every nook and cranny of her shoe. She then does the same with her other foot. Right down in my face - mocking me Her...