A pretty, punk customer-mistress barks her female orders down at me:
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| ‘Shine my shoes, boy! And make sure you get all the filfth an’ gunk, an’ that, out of them treads!’ | 
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| ‘Yes, mistress madam. I will obey you, miss.’ | 
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| My lowly tongue gets to work on her treads | 
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| I look up to her SOCK... | 
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| ...admiringly! | 
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| Meanwhile, she looks down on me... | 
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| ...contemptuously! | 
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| The pretty mouth that MUST be obeyed | 
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| Such a punky goddess! | 
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| What an honour to lickshine the shoes of such a superior being! | 
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| And to even breathe in the same air as her SOCKS! | 
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| I lickshine the buckles and laces of her clunky shoes, as well as the treads | 
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| She remains glued to my work | 
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| 'Lick harder, stupid slave! Faster! I want my shoes to be sparkling by the time my boyfriend gets here, an' that?' | 
 'Yes, mistress. I obey you, mistress. Please don't hurt me, miss!'