Whenever a customer master or mistress decides to use me, public-shoelick protocols demand the following of me:
- I must start to examine the customer's footwear as soon as they take their first step up onto the podium of power in front of me
- In particular, I must quickly ascertain the nature of their boots or shoes, and their socks
- For the boots and shoes, I must mentally determine how dirty or otherwise they may be, and visually seek out any particular areas of dirt that shall require my slavish attention
- With regard to their socks (and the Law states I must have the utmost regard for their socks) I must study and admire the stitching in the customer's socks, and quickly ascertain the nature of any logos or patterns in the socks. In the present case, for example, the customer-mistress is wearing flowery-themed socks, so I must admire their femininity. Likewise, I must ponder any creases in her socks.
- As soon as the customer has settled themselves down into the seat of power above me, I must humbly, and silently, await my orders. It is NOT a slave's humble place to initiate any conversation with a superior customer. Protocol dictates that my role, as the inferior, is simply to listen, acknowledge and obey.
- I am not even permitted to verbally praise the customer's footwear (unless I am specifically ordered by the customer to do so!), but I am legally obliged to mentally praise and admire their shoes and socks - since they are the chosen shoes and socks of my better!
- Whilst diligently licking the customer's shoes or boots, I must focus my eyes on any visible areas of sock, in the full cognisance of the fact that their sock is infinitely better than me. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES MAY I LOOK AT, OR EVEN THINK ABOUT, MY CUSTOMER ABOVE THE SOCK!
- I must continue to lickshine the customer's shoes or boots until they decide I have finished.
- If a customer chooses to utilise the wall-whip on my bended back, I must humbly thank them after each stinging stroke for their kindness in disciplining me and correcting me (thus making me a better footslave)
- As the customer is leaving my lowly presence, I must keep my humble head bowed with my gaze fixed on their socks until they disappear from view.
Any breach of public-shoelick protocols on my part is severely punished, so I always endeavour to humbly follow both the spirit and the letter of those protocols. They are there, after all, for a reason - to keep me humble and obedient, and to make the customer feel strong and mighty. Thank the goddesses for the protocols!
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| As soon as the customer's foot appears in front of me, I start to study it... |
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| ...both the SHOE and the SOCK! |
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| The SHOE because I shall be lickshining it; the SOCK because I shall be looking at it! |
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| With regard to the sock, I study its flowery pattern |
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| From this, I may surmise that the customer-mistress is a 'girly' girl, proud to display her femininity |
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| I study the individual stitches in the moving sock, and look for any creases |
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| All this humbling information must be gathered in a split second! |
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| In my menial mind, it's as if the sock is standing still! |
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| But this is, of course, the living, breathing sock of a living, breathing young woman! |
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| The wearer of the shoes and socks takes up her seat in front of me and relays her orders down to me |
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| 'Lickshine my shoes, boy, and make sure you get off all the dirt and grime!' |
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| 'Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress madam. I hear and obey you, madam.' |
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| I immediately begin to lick - not baulking at the vile taste of another human being's dirty shoeleather! |
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| Satisfied with my obedience and compliance to her will, the customer relaxes back in her chair... |
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| ...whilst I continue to lickshine her superior, brown loafer shoe and study her feminine-flowery sock |
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| The Law states I must particularly admire the curvature of the customer's sock on their ankle and any consequent stretching in the stitching |
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| Meanwhile, a free man, a proper man, walks nonchalantly on past us |
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| Neither he, nor my customer-mistress, are in the least bit phased by my abject humility at her feet! |
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| I'm just an everyday thing that lickshines shoes - a common sight in the Gynarchy |
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| Mind you, you'd never catch a magnificent man like this passer-by licking a girl's shoes... |
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| ...or looking admiringly up at her sock, in accordance with the humiliating public-shoelick protocols! |
