Immaculate Perception

This superb customer-mistress perceives that the dirt on the bottom of her shoes is letting down the rest of her otherwise immaculate attire. She therefore, quite rightly, orders me to do something about it – namely to lick away her shoedirt!

A young lady pf the Gynarchy should NOT have to walk around in dirty shoes!

That's what public footslaves are for - to lick away the female citizens' everyday shoedirt!

I get to work on her right shoe...

...swiftly followed by her left!

This young woman is right - her shoes are the only dirty parts of her otherwise immaculate attire!

It is right and proper, therefore, that I should endeavour to cleanse her sole!

I am most admiring of her frilly white sock above the dirty sneaker!

But I can tell the customer-mistress is not impressed with my efforts!

She flowers down at me...

...clearly dissatisfied with how I am working my tongue on her shoes!

'Clean the sides, stupid slave!'

'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress madam.'

I obediently endeavour to clean the white rubbery sides of her pale green sneakers...

...whilst trying my ankle-level best NOT to be distracted by her frilly sock!

But it's hard to do so when the lacy top of the sock is tickling my shoelicking forehead!

I can't help but admire the curvature in the stitching of the feminine white sock!

What a privilege, what an honour - to taste where this young woman has been!

She continues to berate and belittle my efforts on her shoes

She assures me she's not moving until every last morsel of dirt has been transferred from the surfaces of her shoes to the inside of my menial, municipal mouth!

I praise and bless the customer-mistress as I do my frilly-sock-level best to tongue-wipe off her shoedirt

Oh the frills! The socks!

The laciness; the creases!

The POWER of her socks!

I MUST lick harder!

I MUST be pleasing to my pretty customer-mistress...

...and her shoes and socks!

FOCUS ON CLEANING THE DIRT FROM THE SOLE OF YOUR CUSTOMER'S SHOE, STUPID SLAVE! AND STOP FOCUSSING ON HER SOCK CREASES!


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