It's A Tall Order

'Slavey, clean my sneakers! I wanna see them sparkling!' 

It's a tall order from the esteemed customer-mistress, given how filthy her sneakers are, and that I can only use my tongue! Still, that's not her problem! She wants her sneakers sparkling - so sparkling they must be!

'Slavey, clean my sneakers!... I wanna see them sparkling!' 

...I wanna see them sparkling!' 

'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.'

It's a tall order, so I get straight down to work!

I taste where this haughty customer-mistress has been

I can sense her watching me like a hawk from on high!

'Get your tongue on the dirtiest parts, slave!'

Her female voice betrays a hint of impatience at my perceived lacklustre performance. 

I must do better!

Of course, my sneaker-licking efforts come with the added privilege/indignity of having to stare at her SOCK!

My sneaker-licking face is so close to her SOCK, I can make out the individual STITCHES in the grey, cotton material!

I can also observe the CREASES, and the way they impact on the pattern of the SOCK STITCHING!

Needless to say, I dare not look at the customer above her SOCK!

My lowly jurisdiction begins and ends with my customers' FEET and FOOTWEAR!

I spend my humble days (and nights) on a par with their SOCKED ANKLES...

...eating the DIRT they have walked in!

No wonder they despise me!

I'm just a DIRTY, SHOELICKING, SOCK-ADMIRING SLAVEY!