Cleaning Cleats
Sadly, it’s not all sweet feminine feet and footwear that I must serve on a daily basis!
A mighty master-sir marches towards me |
He stops to survey me |
'Clean my cleats, boy!' |
'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir!' |
I must now taste masculine cleats... |
...that are covered in mud! |
The customer-master's socks tower over my humble, cleats-licking head! |
He is the master, and I am the slave! |
He therefore, quite rightly, looks down on me as I perform my degrading task for him |
He manfully switches feet in front of my face... |
...before continuing on his manly way... |
...seemingly unimpressed at my abject submissiveness towards his dirty cleats! |
Such powerful socks! |
I admire the creases in the departing customer-master's socks... |
...and the stitches! |
Truly these are the socks of greatness! |