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! |