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.
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Right down in my face - mocking me
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Her first filthy shoe is then presented to me
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The customer kindly manoeuvres her foot...
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...so that my tongue has full access to the dirty sole
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She then does the same with her other foot
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The shoe tastes vile but I do not baulk
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After I've finished lick-cleaning her shoes, she crouches down once more and asks me to my face how I had liked it? I reply, in a most humble respectful tone, that I had liked it, but not that much if she would be so kind and understanding to an humble footservant at her feet please don't beat me mistress? Once again she laughs at me and I can smell garlic on her female breath.
She then turns and leaves me whilst still laughing at me and with her former shoedirt now rotting deep inside my mouth.
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Asking me how I had liked it?
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Turning her back on me and walking away
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Leaving me with the taste of her shoedirt inside my mouth
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