Tonguing Off

‘Make sure you tongue off all the dirt that I’ve walked in, slavey. I want the bottoms of my boots to be pristine!’

‘Yes, Ms Karen madam. I obey you, Ms Karen madam. It will be my honour to have the dirt you have walked in inside my menial mouth, madam, if you will forgive me mistress-madam?’

‘You are forgiven, slavey boy. Now shut up and get on with your work!’

I shut up and continue to vigorously tongue-clean the soles of Ms Karen madam’s musty-smelling and vile-tasting boots – the boots of a goddess. I take the humble opportunity to admire her socks too whilst I do so!

‘Make sure you tongue off all the dirt that I’ve walked in, slavey.'

‘Yes, Ms Karen madam. I obey you, Ms Karen madam.'

I busily taste where regular customer-mistress Ms Karen madam has been walking...

...whilst inhaling the musty aroma of her outer bootleather...

...and surreptitiously admiring her socks!

Her socks are as creased as my furrowed brow!

The socks of a goddess!

I look up to them as I lick her lower boot

I have nothing but respect and admiration for Ms Karen madam's socks!

Oh to be a stitch on those socks!

Or even a whole crease!

My customers' socks are my life!

They brighten up my lowlife day!

Boots and socks are my daily business!

'Stop looking up at my socks, slavey, and concentrate on tonguing my boots!'

I've been rumbled! I apologise to Ms Karen madam, and her socks, for my audacious staring at them, and focus with renewed vigour on the task in my menial mouth - that of tongue-cleaning the dirty soles of her boots!

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