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!'