Non-Relationships

My only relationship with bright young women is as their public footslave – kissing their FEET or licking their SHOES or BOOTS. Sadly, they are also all too fleeting relationships, since they have boyfriends or husbands to go to. I don’t even get to know most of my esteemed customers’ names; just the taste and smell of their BOOTS!

An extremely bright and beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy ambles nonchalantly towards me; cigarette in one hand, phone in the other

Although she stops for a lick and a shine of her brown leather boots, she doesn't even bother to acknowledge me...

...getting stright into a conversation on her phone with what sounds like a female friend!

The customer-mistress's phone conversation is, of course, none of my damn business!

Nor should it be any concern of mine that she is casually flicking her hot cigarette ash down onto my humble head!

What matters - all that matters - is the shininess of her BOOTS

For her BOOTS are better than me!

As are her SOCKS, not that I can see them!

I'm guessing plain, grey SOCKS? I'm a pretty good judge of sock-character...

...as I spend virtually every waking moment down amongst the BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS of my superb customers!

Tongue touches BOOT

I make sure to get my tongie in all the nooks and crannnies of her heavily-creased BOOTLEATHER!

Licking BOOTS is what I do best

Not that this particular customer-mistress is paying any attention to my humble tonguework below her!

Our respective mouths are doing what they should be doing - hers, talking to her friends; mine, lickshining her BOOTLEATHER!

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