A Wasted Opportunity?

I am foolishly proud to provide a service to the local office-workers - a shoe-lickshining service. I would happily straighten their socks also, with my face, if they desired me to do so!

A bright young woman from the nearby office pops out for a quick cigarette break

She explains that I'm also going to lickshine her platform shoes, as she is meeting up with her boyfriend after work and wants her shoes to be 'glistening' for him!

I humbly confirm that it will be an honour for me to lickshine her hardworking shoes for the benefit of her boyfriend...

...and offer to straighten her socks also, with my nose, if it would be pleasing to the customer-mistress?

However, she laughingly declines my 'sock-nosing' offer, saying her boyfriend won't care about the state of her socks, as they're 'just socks'! She also calls me stupid.

I apologise to the pretty mistress for my stupid sock-suggestion, and immediately proceed to lickshine her platform shoesole, as she has commanded

It's a pity, though, because in my humble estimation her fabulous, office socks could do with a good nose-straightening!

They are considerably creased around her hardworking ankles!

But she seems genuinely unperturbed by the creases in her socks, and so I must humbly and obediently focus on cleaning her outer shoeleather

She occasionally glimpses down at me...

...in between puffing on her cigarette...

...in order to inspect my humble tonguework on her shoe

She must be satisfied with my efforts on her right shoe, for she silently switches to her left

I spoke too soon!...'LICK THE OTHER SIDE TOO, STUPID SLAVE!', she suddenly barks down at me

I immediately move my tongue over to the far side of her left, platform-shoe sole

A public footslave like me must always be pleasing to his customer masters and mistresses...

...or they can have him WHIPPED!

The thick and heavy shoe tastes vile...

...but I still can't take my menial mind off the accompanying sock!

Such a superb, creased anklesock - just crying out to be nosed!

Oh to bury my nose in those soft cotton sock-stitches!

But it's not to be. I can yearn, but not touch!

It's not my place to determine exactly how I should serve a customer's footwear. That is for them to decide...

...as they are better than me!

Having finished with her cigarette, the young woman nonchalantly dumps it onto the ground below my face and silently heads off back towards the office

There is, of course, no need for her to thank me for my diligent, shoe-lickshining efforts. I'm just a slave!

I still can't take my eyes off her creased socks, though. A wasted opportunity?


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