From All Angles

My customers may approach me from all angles and have different requirements of me. But my humble role is always to obey, whatever their point of view!

This pretty backpacker-mistress approaches me from my right


I watch her hiking boots get closer to my face through the weeds


Her boots look muddy...


...but her socks look nice and warm!


'Clean my boots, boy!'


'Yes, madam. At once, madam!'


I begin to taste where she has been hiking...


...from the sole of her outstretched boot!


Meanwhile her warm, thick sock towers over my humble head


She switches booted feet in front of my face


My lowly field of vision is now filled with female boot & sock


The boots taste vile. But I must not baulk!


It is my public duty to clean these boots!


She silently turns to leave me...


...contempt for me no doubt etched on her pretty face?


Meanwhile my own face is etched with her bootdirt!


I admire the backs of her socks as she walks away from me...


...the socks of a superior being...


...of a young woman!


I hope this hiker-goddess will visit me again soon!


It would be a crying shame never to taste her boots again!


But soon my next customer is approaching


Looks like I'm in for some sneaker-licking?


Or maybe she just wishes her sneakers to be kiss-respected?


Either way, it will be an honour for me!


For these are the sneakers (and socks) of another fit, young woman!


'Kiss my foot, boy!'


'And the other one!'



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