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!
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| A bright young woman from the nearby office pops out for a quick cigarette break |
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| 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! |
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| I humbly confirm that it will be an honour for me to lickshine her hardworking shoes for the benefit of her boyfriend... |
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| ...and offer to straighten her socks also, with my nose, if it would be pleasing to the customer-mistress? |
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| 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. |
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| I apologise to the pretty mistress for my stupid sock-suggestion, and immediately proceed to lickshine her platform shoesole, as she has commanded |
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| It's a pity, though, because in my humble estimation her fabulous, office socks could do with a good nose-straightening! |
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| They are considerably creased around her hardworking ankles! |
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| But she seems genuinely unperturbed by the creases in her socks, and so I must humbly and obediently focus on cleaning her outer shoeleather |
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| She occasionally glimpses down at me... |
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| ...in between puffing on her cigarette... |
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| ...in order to inspect my humble tonguework on her shoe |
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| She must be satisfied with my efforts on her right shoe, for she silently switches to her left |
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| I spoke too soon!...'LICK THE OTHER SIDE TOO, STUPID SLAVE!', she suddenly barks down at me |
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| I immediately move my tongue over to the far side of her left, platform-shoe sole |
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| A public footslave like me must always be pleasing to his customer masters and mistresses... |
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| ...or they can have him WHIPPED! |
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| The thick and heavy shoe tastes vile... |
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| ...but I still can't take my menial mind off the accompanying sock! |
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| Such a superb, creased anklesock - just crying out to be nosed! |
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| Oh to bury my nose in those soft cotton sock-stitches! |
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| But it's not to be. I can yearn, but not touch! |
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| It's not my place to determine exactly how I should serve a customer's footwear. That is for them to decide... |
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| ...as they are better than me! |
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| 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 |
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| There is, of course, no need for her to thank me for my diligent, shoe-lickshining efforts. I'm just a slave! |
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| I still can't take my eyes off her creased socks, though. A wasted opportunity? |
