Best View

I really do get the best possible view of my customers' socks from my lowly, public-shoelick position. And it really does compensate for the vile tastes and musty smells of their well-used and dirty boot or shoe leather!

Late at night, a big-boned customer mistress steps up onto the podium of power in front of me

'Shine my boots, boy, and make sure you lick off all the crud!'

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. It will be my honour to lickshine your boots for you!'

Though satisfied with my humility, she seems unimpressed by my lowliness!

Like most of my esteemed customers, she quickly switches her attention to her phone...

...whilst I must taste her vile, musty-smelling, late-night bootleather!

It's, shall we say, an 'acquired' taste - and one I have yet to fully acquire...

...despite my many years of enslavement at this public shoelick-stand!

But licking vile-tasting boots has its compensations...

...notably, the close-up and very personal view I get of my customers' socks!

I look up to the socks, of course - both literally and figuratively

I often think the sock-wearers are blissfully unaware of just how impressive their socks are - to a slave!

After all, these socks are my betters - being the socks of a young woman!

I am privileged to even breathe in the same air as her socks!

I must confess, I wouldn't swap my lowly sock-vista for anything. I'm garbage!


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