Presentable

A perfect young woman approaches me late in the evening:

'Clean my shoes for my boyfriend, slave.'

'Yes, miss. At once, miss. It will be my honour, miss, thanking you kindly miss.'

She says nothing more and simply extends her right, loafered foot in front of my face. I stick out my tongue and begin to spruce up her already black, shiny shoeleather. I get a good view of her sock.

After a while, she silently swaps her feet in front of my face so that I might humbly tongue-attend to her other shoe. As soon as her boyfriend arrives all her female attention focuses onto him. To her, I am nothing more than an anonymous, public humble-head - a thing that lickshines her shoes for the benefit of her manly boyfriend and makes her look even more alluring and presentable to him.

Yet I somehow doubt he even notices her shoes!

A superb young woman approaches me from across the yard

As she gets ever closer, I admire, from my demeaning lowly position, her black shoes and socks

The female shoes and socks stop directly, and arrogantly, in front of me

The right shoe is first to be shoved towards my menial, shoecleaning mouth...

...swiftly followed by the left

I admire the outstretched, shapely-socked ankle

This is the sock of a goddess!

I am not worthy to look up at her bare leg above the sock...

...just as I am not worthy to have her looking down on me

This creature is aeons above me on the social and evolutionary scale!

It is only right and proper, therefore, that I should be made to tongueshine her shoes!

As soon as her boyfriend arrives (another superior being to me) the young woman loses all interest in me

I am left staring at her freshly licked shoes...

...keeping my humble head bowed in shame...

...and impotence in the face of her socks


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