Offering A Faux Apology

A pretty customer-mistress faux-apologises for the ‘parlous’ state of her boots and faux-politely asks me if I wouldn’t mind cleaning them with my tongue?

I sincerely and honestly confirm to the superior customer that it would be my great honour to tongue-clean her dirty boots for her, begging her pleasing madam?

Needless to say, I don’t have much choice in the matter, being a mere slave! But, in any event, it gives me the perfect opportunity to admiringly study her SOCKS!

Offering me a faux apology for the state of her boots...

...and faux politely 'inviting' me to tongue-clean them for her!

I am 'happy' to do so, if only because it affords me the humbling opportunity to study her SOCKS!

Such magnificent BLACK SOCKS...

...peeking out from the UPPERS of her heavy WORKBOOTS!

I admire the STITCHING in her SOCKS

My humble, slave's view of the pretty customer's SOCKS

She faux-sympathetically asks me how her boots taste? Don't they taste VILE?

With a mouthful of her BOOTMUD, and an eyeful of her SOCK...

...I humbly confirm that the boots do indeed taste vile, madam, but that it is a taste fit for a footslave, madam...

...begging her female pardon, miss? She LAUGHS at me, as well she might!

 

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