Familiar Footsteps

A familiar pair of LEGS and FEET step up onto the podium of the Shoelick Chair in front of me - those of regular customer Ms Mukta madam - though she appears to be wearing a brand new pair of SNEAKERS (albeit with her same WHITE SOCKS).

She takes up her seat of POWER above me and haughtily barks her orders down at me, as is her wont:

'Lickshine my new SNEAKERS, footslavey, and make sure you get all the gunk and grime off them... And look only at my SOCK, slavey!'

'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam.'

To be honest, her new SNEAKERS don't look 'grimy' at all. But she's probably still in that 'perfectionist' stage when a lady buys new SHOES - wanting them to retain their pristine lustre? In any case, mine is not to question, but to obey.

Later, she angrily reminds me to focus my lowly eyes on her SOCK!

Familar footsteps make their way up onto the podium in front of me, though the SNEAKERS appear to be new?

Sure enough, it is the familiar voice of regular customer Ms Mukta madam that barks down the order to lickshine them!

'And look only at my SOCK, slavey!'

'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam.'

Far be it from me to query whether these pristine new SNEAKERS actually require a lick and a shine?

My role is to obey! 

And besides, the new SNEAKER LEATHER smells and tastes fantastic!

What an honour to lick such a bright and beautiful customer-mistress's brand new SNEAKERS!

To taste where no tongue has been before!

To swallow the minutest traces of dust and dirt from a beautiful young woman's SHOE!

To bow the neck before her ANKLES!

I can sense Ms Mukta madam watching me from on high like a hawk!

'I said, look at my SOCK, slavey! Study the PATTERN. Count the STITCHES!'

'Yes, mistress madam.'

It's a timely reminder to me to concentrate on what matters most...

...my customer's SOCK!