So That Even A Slave Can Understand

Some customer-mistresses are kind enough to gently explain, in great detail that even a slave like me can understand, exactly what their requirements are when it comes to the cleansing of their footwear. They point to every nook and cranny of their shoes or boots, and describe exactly how I must tongue-clean each designated area of their outer footwear.

They will also kindly make clear their ‘sock policy’ i.e. whether or not I am permitted to look at their SOCKS whilst I am tongueshining their outer footwear, and if so how long for and in what detail etc. For example, they might point to a particular crease in their sock and demand that I focus my lowly eyes on that.

The current customer-mistress is one such superb person. It is a privilege and a joy to serve her – albeit an intensely humiliating and degrading one since, at the end of the day, I’m just required to lickshine her dirty boots!

‘Slave, I want you to tongueshine my boots from top to bottom. Lick each boot one at a time. Begin with the soles and make sure you run your tongue along each individual tread, up and down, so the tip of your tongue can extract every last morsel of dirt that I have walked in. Make sure you dispose of that dirt by swallowing it.

Then move up to the main body of my boots. Get your tongue in between the leather creases in my boots and remove any dirt or dust that has become trapped in them. When you're licking the zippers at the side of the boots, make sure you clean underneath the decorative buckle and clean out the zipper track thoroughly. I don’t wish to see even one speck of dust left on my boots!

When you eventually reach the tops of my boots, you may not touch my socks. However, you may look at my socks, but only at the lowest visible crease in each sock. Study the way the crease affects the pattern in the stitching of each sock, and contemplate what that means for you – that you are a young woman’s bootlicking, sock-admiring slave, and nothing more. You are the dirt beneath my feet!

Begin now, slave, and be silent. I don’t want to hear a word out of you – just the sound of your tongue rasping against the surfaces of my boots.’

Normally, I would verbally acknowledge the softly-spoken customer mistress’s kind and explicit instructions, and my determination to obey them and to thus be pleasing to her. But, since she has sworn me to a vow of slavish silence, I merely begin to lick.

Explaining to me in words even my puny, slave brain can understand, exactly how she wishes her boots to be cleaned

She then leaves me to get on with it, though she maintains a close supervisory eye on my tongue-labours

She WILL have my obedience to her wishes - to the letter!

I begin with the treads in her black leather bootsoles, licking out the street dirt and grime she has been walking in

Soon, however, my tongue shall have to move up to the main body of the boot...

...and its leathery creases

Plus, of course, as the kind customer-mistress has specifically mentioned, the decorative boot buckle on the back...

...and the side zipper (which she omitted to mention is partially undone!)

Then my lowly eyes will be perilously close to her superb, white sock!

Already, I am looking up to the sock, since I have the customer's female permission to do so

Such a thick, creased SOCK with various patterns in the STITCHING!

I remind myself only to look at the lowest visible CREASE in the SOCK...

...and to study its impact on the STITCHING...

...whilst contemplating my lowliness...

...as a bright young woman's sock-admiring bootlicker!

No wonder she looks down upon me with contempt!