‘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!
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‘Make sure you tongue off all the dirt that I’ve walked in, slavey.' |
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‘Yes, Ms Karen madam. I obey you, Ms Karen madam.' |
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I busily taste where regular customer-mistress Ms Karen madam has been walking... |
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...whilst inhaling the musty aroma of her outer bootleather... |
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...and surreptitiously admiring her socks! |
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Her socks are as creased as my furrowed brow! |
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The socks of a goddess! |
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I look up to them as I lick her lower boot |
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I have nothing but respect and admiration for Ms Karen madam's socks! |
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Oh to be a stitch on those socks! |
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Or even a whole crease! |
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My customers' socks are my life! |
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They brighten up my lowlife day! |
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Boots and socks are my daily business! |
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'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!