Promises

'I might stop by later for a quick lick and a shine, boy!...'

My heart skips a beat at this half-promise by regular customer-mistress Ms Sonia madam - and not just because she is a very pretty girl, but also because her boots and socks look fabulous!

'...I'm in a hurry now - on my way to meet up with some mates. But maybe see you later?'

'Oh pray, Ms Sonia madam, that would be wonderful, Ms Sonia madam. I look forward to licking your boots for you, madam!'

She continues on her way.

'I might stop by later for a quick lick and a shine, boy!...'

'...I'm in a hurry now - on my way to meet up with some mates. But maybe see you later?'

I'm pathetically excited at the prospect of lickshining Ms Sonia's boots later, as her boots and socks look absolutely fantastic this evening!

To have my menial mouth on those boots, and my feckless face intimately close to her socks would truly be a great honour!

I can only hope and pray she keeps her female promise!

And that I shall see those socks close-up and personal later!

But the ball is very much in her female court!

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Several hours later, and I am in seventh heaven! Though by now slightly inebriated, Ms Sonia madam has indeed kept her promise to stop by me for a 'quick lick and a shine':

'Clean them boots, boy! And don't touch the socks!'

'Yes madam Sonia mistress. I obey you, madam Sonia mistress!'

'Clean them boots, boy! And don't touch the socks!'

'Yes madam Sonia mistress. I obey you, madam Sonia mistress!'

She watches, bemusedly, as I obediently start to lickshine her boots

How she must despise me - the licker of boots on demand!

It's only when my menial mouth reaches the top of her left boot that I get to see the little red logo on the side of her otherwise black sock in greater detail!

It is truly a sock logo to die for!

Oh to be the slave of that little red sock logo!

I am not worthy to serve the rest of her sock...

...but that red logo is just crying out to be my master!

As my nugatory nose comes perilously close to the sock, I imagine myself being the full-time slave of Ms Sonia madam's bright red sock logo - on her left sock!

I would live to serve that logo - and only the logo

It would be my complete master!

Of course, I would have to have regard to the rest of her socks - and her boots!

But such a pretty logo requires the full-time attention of a slave!

The logo is, after all, better than me!

No doubt noticing my slavish obsession with her sock logo, Ms Sonia madam mocks me by asking me what I like most about it?

I humbly, and pathetically, explain that I find it truly mesmerising, and that I only wish I could serve her red sock logo all the time. I confess that I would henceforth happily be known as 'Ms Sonia's red-sock-logo slave'!


She laughs heartily at me, as I resume my lickshining of her outer bootleather!


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