3rd Option

There are 3 main ways a household slave can be ordered to clean his owner’s shoes:

  1. By using a full shoeshining kit, complete with brushes and shoe polish
  2. By means of a damp rag
  3. By tongue

All of them, of course, whilst the slave’s owner is still wearing their shoes on their feet!

20-year-old miss Felicia madam is a very modern girl and thus prefers the 3rd option! Here we see her having her dirty sneakers tongueshined whilst catching up with her social media accounts.

Ms Felicia madam has chosen option 3 for having her shoes cleaned - by means of her houseslave's tongue!

See how the old slave man cradles his pretty mistress's dirty sneaker heel in his bony old hands...

...as his tongue gets to work on the uppers of her sneakers

Not that the wearer of the shoes seems all that interested in his shoe-cleaning efforts!

The slave has spotted that his mistress Felicia's SOCK on her left leg is somewhat wrinkled again...

...unlike the one currently in front of his nose - the right SOCK!

He is distracted by the left-SOCK wrinkles, as he knows he may be ordered to smooth them out again!

You old fool! You should be focusing on the task in mouth, slave...

...and swiping your tongue across the DIRTY SOLE of the sneaker...

...so that you may taste the common street dirt your mistress has been walking in!

You can worry about the SOCKS later, stupid slave!

Better to diligently tongue-polish your owner's SHOES, than to feel the WHIP!

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