Here’s a likely customer – ripe for a lick and a shine of
her expensive shoes!
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| A pair of expensive female shoes click-clack their way towards me |
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| Their owner knows they are just ripe for a tongue-shining! |
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| 'Lickshine my shoes, boy!' |
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| The mistress watches as I dutifully obey her command |
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| 'Lick the straps, boy! And DON'T touch the skin!' |
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| Again I obey, raising my humble head so that my tongue might shine the delicate leather straps |
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| The haughty customer-mistress, meanwhile, resumes smoking her cigarette high above me |
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| It is a delicate operation - making sure the tip of my slave tongue doesn't inadvertently brush aginst the customer's superior, bare foot flesh! |
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| What a privilege, what an honour, to be tongueshining such a bright young woman's shoe straps! |
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| I have never tasted such expensive leather! |
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| Just having her shoe DNA on my tongue is an inestimable honour! |
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| Carefully and respectfully I lick... |
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| ...whilst the young woman smokes |
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| One final inspection of her shoes... |
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| ...and she is gone! |
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| Thinking, no doubt, haughty thoughts as to her innate superiority over me |
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| As well she might! |
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| For we both know I am in the presence of my better |
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| Her shoe is worth more than me! |
