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!


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