In The Privacy Of A Footoire-Booth

In the privacy of a footoire booth, a young Asian woman orders me to lickshine her sneakers for the benefit of her boyfriend, whom she is meeting up with shortly:

'Slave lick shoes. Make shoes nice and shine for boyfriend. Take off all dirt. You clean!'

'Yes, mistress. At once mistress!'

I immediately get to work and she settles back in her chair, scrolling through the contents of her phone - no doubt looking for any recent text messages from her boyfriend; or perhaps checking out her latest social media posts?

I can't resist, however, taking footslave liberties and complimenting the pretty, Asian customer-mistress on her pristine-white socks:

'Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, I like your socks, madam - their whiteness, their purity, their texture madam - if you will forgive this foolish footslave his forwardness, madam?'

Her reaction is not good. She interrupts her phone-checking in order to Asian-girl scold me:

'SLAVE SHUT UP! NOT TALK! ONLY LICK! YOU JUST A DAMN SLAVE. I NOT TALK TO YOU!'

Suitably chastened, I shut up and resume my feverish licking of the young woman's sneaker - determined to do a good job for the benefit of her beloved boyfriend, but still unable to stop admiring her crisp, white socks inside my menial mind!

The customer has pulled the curtain across so that she can have her shoes licked in some privacy

Inside the booth, she issues me with her crystal-clear, female instructions...

...I am to lickshine her sneakers for the benefit of her boyfriend

This is such an honour - lickshining an Asian girl's sneakers in preparation for her date with her manly boyfriend!

But it is her socks I am most honoured to be so close to!

Such superb white socks - the socks of an Asian goddess!

Oh to be the full-time, permanent slave of those socks!

She could still go out with her boyfriend. He would take care of her sexual and emotional needs, whilst I would care for her socks!

It's difficult to resist verbally praising such socks when you are confronted with them head-on!

I therefore decide, foolishly, to praise the pretty customer-mistress's socks out loud!

'Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress...

...I like your socks, madam...

...their whiteness, their purity, their texture madam...

...if you will forgive this foolish footslave his forwardness, madam?'

'SLAVE SHUT UP! NOT TALK! ONLY LICK! YOU JUST A DAMN SLAVE. I NOT TALK TO YOU!'

Suitably chastened, I resume my lickshining of her sneaker...

...and she resumes her phone-checking

Order is restored!

Who knows what liberties footslaves try to take behind the closed curtain of a footoire-booth?

But the customer has all the power, and can soon put the slave back in his lowly place...

...which is purely to lickshine their shoes!


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