Instructions From The Shoelick Chair

A pretty customer-mistress takes up her seat on the public shoelick chair in front of me and curtly barks down her female orders at me

She marches confidently towards the shoelick chair


Even though she's wearing boots, she's still entitled to use it!


She steps up onto the footplate...


...and, having settled into the chair, barks her female orders down at me


'Lickshine my boots, slave!'


She then relaxes in the chair whilst my menial tongue gets to work


I taste where she has been


She doesn't care if her boots taste foul


It's not her pretty tongue that is having to taste her bootleather!


She raises her left boot onto the lick-bar


I endeavour to lick the left boot as diligently as I had done the right


This is such an honour - to taste female boots!


But my efforts, it seems, aren't good enough...


She instructs me to make sure I clean 'the unders'!


I therefore lick the undersole of her left boot even more vigorously


Whilst she watches closely to ensure my compliance



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