A young woman who is highly intelligent walks confidently
towards me in order to have her shoes lickshined whilst she catches up with her
text messages on her phone.
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| A smart young woman with a smart phone in her hand walks confidently towards me |
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| I brace myself for some dirty-shoe licking |
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| At least her socks look nice and clean! |
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| The sneakers and socks stop teasingly in front of my confined face |
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| Then, without any words of warning, the right sneaker-toe is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial, municipal mouth... |
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| ...followed swiftly by the equally soiled, left sneaker-toe |
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| I endeavour to lick off the ingrained dirt... |
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| ...whilst the pretty mistress inspects my work |
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| She then focuses on the contents of her phone, high above me |
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| I mean nothing to her. I'm just a dirty-shoe licker... |
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| ...fit only to taste where she has been walking from the surfaces of her shoes! |
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| She again interrupts her phone surfing to inspect my humble work |
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| 'DON'T LOOK ABOVE MY SOCK, DIRTY SLAVE!' |
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| 'KEEP YOUR EYES LOW AND CONCENTRATE ON LICKING THE DIRT OFF MY SNEAKER!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, beautiful mistress madam.' |
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| She continues to observe me for a moment in order to make sure I comply with her female wishes in deed as well as in word... |
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| ...before she refocuses her attention once more on the contents of her phone |
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| When she has finished with me, she merely turns her back on me... |
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| ...and silently, and surlily, walks away... |
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| ...leaving me to rot in the dirt behind her... |
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| ...with the lingering taste of her magnificent, female shoe-dirt on my tongue... |
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| ...and a pleasing, if humbling, view of the backs of her white socks |
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| I continue to obey her wishes NOT to look at her above the socks |
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| Why would I want to, anyway? Her socks are FABULOUS! |
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| So many white stitches to study and admire... |
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| ...stitches seeped in her superb foot and ankle DNA! |