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!
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| An extremely bright and beautiful young woman of the Gynarchy ambles nonchalantly towards me; cigarette in one hand, phone in the other |
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| Although she stops for a lick and a shine of her brown leather boots, she doesn't even bother to acknowledge me... |
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| ...getting stright into a conversation on her phone with what sounds like a female friend! |
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| The customer-mistress's phone conversation is, of course, none of my damn business! |
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| Nor should it be any concern of mine that she is casually flicking her hot cigarette ash down onto my humble head! |
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| What matters - all that matters - is the shininess of her BOOTS |
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| For her BOOTS are better than me! |
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| As are her SOCKS, not that I can see them! |
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| I'm guessing plain, grey SOCKS? I'm a pretty good judge of sock-character... |
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| ...as I spend virtually every waking moment down amongst the BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS of my superb customers! |
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| Tongue touches BOOT |
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| I make sure to get my tongie in all the nooks and crannnies of her heavily-creased BOOTLEATHER! |
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| Licking BOOTS is what I do best |
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| Not that this particular customer-mistress is paying any attention to my humble tonguework below her! |
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| Our respective mouths are doing what they should be doing - hers, talking to her friends; mine, lickshining her BOOTLEATHER! |