Acquired Taste
Regular customer Ms Arabella madam always likes me to get a good long taste of the outsides of her shoes. She will often have me lick them for over an hour!
Regular customer Ms Arabella's familiar black leather shoes are heading my way |
They are an acquired taste... |
...but thanks to my regular lickshining of these shoes, I have acquired it! |
Ms Arabella madam, a chain smoker, carries on smoking whilst I tongue attend to her shoeleather |
She stops in between puffs to survey my work |
'Lickshine the side, slave!' |
She kindly twists her foot around so that my leathery tongue can reach the designated area of shoe |
Then she switches to her other foot... |
...before resuming smoking |
Such different tastes in our respective mouths - tobacco and nicotine in hers... |
...leather and street dirt in mine! |
Plus, of course, I get a nice up-close and personal view of her sock! |
Such fabulous socks, on such a fabulous young woman! |
I feel honoured to even breathe in the same air as Ms Arabella's shoes and socks! |
How she must despise me! |
And rightly so, for I'm just a thing that licks her shoes! |
Having bored of me, she simply turns and walks away |
I respectfully keep my eyes on the backs of her socks |
God knows what she's thinking right now! |
Probably about what she's going to have for supper? |