Instructive Customer-Mistress

The demure and modest customer-mistress issues me with crystal clear instructions:

'Slave clean shoe. Lick front and side of shoe all way up to sock. But not touch sock. Only shoe!' 

I obey her female instructions to the letter!

'Slave clean shoe. Lick front and side of shoe all way up to sock. But not touch sock. Only shoe!' 

I begin to obey the pretty customer-mistress's crystal clear, female instructions to the letter

I lick shoe...

...slowly making my way up the front and the side...

...my tongue (and eyes) getting ever closer to her forbidden sock!

Of course, I agree with the modest customer-mistress that I am not worthy to touch her goddess-sock with my menial mouth...

...but my nugatory nose and feckless forehead must also studiously avoid brushing against her superior, female sock!

Meanwhile, passers-by are unfazed at the everyday sight of a public shoelick-slave licking a member of the public's shoes...

...and studying her socks...

...with fear and trepidation...

...lest he inadvertently touch the sock!

It is, quite simply, not my place to touch any of my customers' socks. I am just a public shoelick

Licking shoes is all I am assigned to do!

And I must be pleasing to my masters and mistresses as I carry out my humble duties

'Now other shoe!', barks the young woman impatiently down at me

I instantly, and obediently, turn my tongue's attention to her right shoe

Again, I lick the very upper rim of the shoe, whilst carefully avoiding touching sock!

Shoe - yes; sock - no! On my back be it (the WHIP, I mean!)


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