A young woman takes advantage of me late at night to have
her shoes lickshined. And why not? That’s what I’m here for, after all!
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| 'Lickshine my shoes, slavey boy! And make sure your tongue doesn't touch my sock!' |
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| I set my tongue to work on the young woman's loafer shoe, as instructed, whilst she catches up with her text messages |
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| It's a shame I am forbidden to touch the SOCK - a lovely, brown SOCK |
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| But at least I can look at it! |
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| I admire the patterns in the BROWN STITCHING of the SOCK! |
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| Of course, I am forbidden to look at, or even think about, my customer above the SOCK! |
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| So I keep my eyes firmly glued on SOCK as my tongue tastes dirty SHOELEATHER! |
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| What a pathetic sight I must be... |
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| ...diligently lickshining a nonchalant young woman's SHOE, whilst she is still wearing it on her FOOT and SOCK! |
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| I wonder if it's me she's laughing at? |
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| I rather fancy that I have the last laugh. For I am getting to study her SOCK! |
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| She tarries a while, scrolling through her texts... |
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| ...before turning her back on me and walking away without a word |
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| Not that I deserve any words of gratitude for my humble efforts. I'm just a slave! |
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