Towpath Toerag

I really am nothing more than a towpath toerag - a licker and cleaner of girls' dirty sneakers. Or, at least, that's what I try to do. Unfortunately, most young women's sneaker dirt is so deeply ingrained, it just won't come off (making them despise me all the more!) 

Yet another bright young woman heads confidently towards me along the weed-strewn towpath

As her sneakers get closer, I see that they are filthy

The female sneakers and socks stop directly in front of me and adopt an arrogant posture - as female sneakers and socks always do!

Then the right sneaker is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth for lickshining!

How the pretty wearer and owner of the sneaker must despise me - tasting where she has been!

She elegantly switches feet in front of my face

The nominally white sneaker tastes vile!

But I must not baulk at my menial task in mouth...

...That sneaker dirt, by rights, belongs inside my mouth!

At least, that's what the Law says!

But to the bright young woman's evident disappointment, my tongue largely fails in its demeaning task!

No matter how hard I lick, most of the ingrained dirt simply won't come off the sneaker!

She turns and walks away from me, realising she has wasted some of her precious female time

She may well have me whipped by the authorities for failing to clean her filthy sneakers properly?

She is perfectly within her female rights to do so!

I hang my humble, useless head in shame

Perhaps the WHIP will inspire me to make greater efforts on my customers' superior footwear?


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