Wakey! Wakey! Rise & Lickshine
To my eternal shame I am sleeping on the job as a regular customer, Ms Mukta madam, approaches me shortly after dawn on her way into work.
Even the sound of her feet scrunching through the nearby weeds is not enough to awaken me from my illegitimate slumbers, so soundly am I somnolent! It's 'illegitimate' slumbering because a public footslave should never be off duty! I really should be punished for such a dereliction of duty, even in such a semi-derelict place as the dirty canalside towpath where I am based!
Ms Mukta is, rightly, shocked when I still fail to wake up even when her shoes are waiting patiently in front of me! She therefore proceeds to give me a rude awakening by kicking me in the face!
'Wakey, wakey, slavey-boy! Rise and lickshine!'
As I come to my senses she 'apologises' for disturbing me, her female voice laden with sarcasm:
'I'm so sorry to have disturbed you, slavey-boy, but do you think I might possibly impose upon you to lickshine my dirty shoes? You see, I'm on my way into work, and it really wouldn't do for me to walk into the office in dirty shoes now, would it, slavey-boy?'
'Y...yes mistress! I m...mean...n...no mistress!. I do apologise for being asleep, Ms Mukta madam. Please don't report me to the authorities madam, for I shall most surely be sorely whipped, madam!'
I admire her black loafer shoes and crisp white socks as I grovel for mercy before them!
'Well, let's see first if you can do a good job on my shoes, boy! You deserve a good whipping, so I'll only let you off if you make my shoes sparkling! I want them to look as clean and fresh on my feet as my white socks!'
'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam. God bless you sweet and kind mistress Mukta madam!'
She shoves her right loafered foot beneath my confined face, and I duly start to lick at it! It tastes vile - as shoeleather usually does! But I must say, her brilliant, white socks do look impressive - clearly fresh on her feet this morning... as socks should be! Especially the socks of a local goddess!
'Haha, that's right licky-boy! Licky, licky! Licky mistress's shoes! I don't expect you'll get any breakfast this morning, so hopefully the mud on my shoes will help to line your slaveboy stomach, as well as the inside of your dirty slave mouth?
'Yes indeed, mistress Mukta madam...lick...lick... You are too kind, madam!...lick...lick...lick...lick...'
Unlike Ms Mukta's tone of voice, mine is most definitely not laden with sarcasm. On the contrary, it is genuinely humble and respectful, as befits the voice of a slave serving his female master!
I lick shoe and look at sock - full of slavish awe and admiration for the superior, female footwear before me! What an honour, what a privilege - to lickshine a bright young woman's shoes on her way into the office!
My place of lowly work is much less salubrious! I'm trash... lazy and disrespectful trash! Oh I do hope Ms Mukta spares me the lash! I MUST lick off all her shoedirt! She says nothing as she turns to continue on her way into her nearby office, triumphantly, and knowingly, leaving me in suspense!
She now has my fate in her pretty hands. To have me whipped, or not to have me whipped? That is the question! I rather suspect it will be the former as her shoes, though reasonably clean-looking, are nowhere near as sparkly as her fresh white socks! And that's my stupid fault! I have failed in my duty on so many levels - but especially on the level of her shoes and socks! If I were them, I would have me whipped!
The WHIP would soon teach me to remain alert and ready to serve my superiors at all times! Sleeping is not for slaves! Serving shoes and socks is for slaves!
