I suppose the best thing you can say about my humble
position in life is that I provide a useful public service – shining the shoes of my
betters with my menial, municipal mouth.
Take the customer-mistress whom I am currently serving, for
example. She demands that I tongue-shine her shoes for the benefit of her
boyfriend as she is on her way to meet him. What an honour, what a privilege –
to lickshine the shoes of another man’s girlfriend, a much better man than me
(he must be, given that he is the chosen sexual partner of such a bright and
fabulous young woman!)
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| I am always on duty - always ready to provide a public service |
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| 'Shine my shoes, boy! I'm about to meet up with my boyfriend, and I want my shoes to be nice and shiny for him!' |
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| The pretty customer-mistress then relaxes back in the shoelick chair as I get to work |
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| I tongueshine her black leather shoes... |
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| ...next to her socks |
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| Indeed, her sock towers dominantly over me |
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| I am less than her sock |
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| Moreover, I must not touch her sock - not without her explicit female permission! |
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| I must therefore be especially careful as I lickshine her shoestrap |
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| Meanwhile the wearer of the shoes and socks ignores me |
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| I dare not look at her above the sock... |
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| ...pretty though she is! |
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| I am fit only to focus on my customer's shoes and socks... |
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| ...and to taste where she has been |
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| These are, after all, the shoes and socks of another man's girlfriend... |
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| ...of a much better man than me! |
