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 | 
 
 
