Bus Stop Lickshiner

My humble job is to lickshine the boots of weary commuters as they wait for their bus - should they wish to have their footwear lickshined!

Here you see me lickshining the black leather, loafer shoes of a smartly-dressed young woman, whilst two other potential customers wait in the wings.

The lady's loafers must be licked!

She has demanded a lick and a shine of her shoes!

The shoeleather tastes vile. Shoeleather always does!

But I do have the compensation of being intimately close to her sock!

Close enough to be able to discern the individual stitches in the black sock!

Truly these are a pair of hardworking shoes and socks to be admired!

They are my betters!

Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the shoes and socks seems uninterested in my humble efforts at her feet!

This gives me the opportunity to look beyond my current customer's feet and footwear, to the boots and socks of another young woman seated nearby...

...another pair of female socks for me to, potentially, admire at close quarters!

Though she seems distracted by something!

Beyond her - another potential customer. A potent master-sir... again distracted, in his case by his phone

But if he subsequently wishes his shoes to be lickshined, then lickshined they shall be...

...and his light grey socks admired

A public footslave has no say in the shoes he must lick or the socks he must study!

They are all the shoes, boots and socks of my betters!

I'm just a slave...

...serving permanently at the feet of my betters!

The travelling public's boots, shoes and socks are my life!

Especially their socks...

...which brighten up my day!

I only wish I had time to count the individual, visible stitches in this customer-mistress's fabulous socks!

But she keeps switching her feet in front of me!

'Make sure you get off all the gunk, and that, slave!'

'Yes, pretty mistress. I hear and obey you, pretty mistress-madam.'

By 'gunk' I presume she means all the street dirt and detritus she has been walking in

It is an honour for me to taste where she has been, and to be so close to her warm, commuter's socks!


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