My Humble Lot

It’s not the most salubrious of surroundings in which to be a public footslave – a dingy, backstreet courtyard – and my customers are, predictably, dressed to match. I therefore spend my days and nights tongue-attending to scruffy sneakers, boots and socks, rather than glamorous high-heels and nylon stockings!

But public footslaves can’t be choosers, and this is my humble lot. I must simply suck it up, along with my customers’ BOOT and SHOE DIRT!

Not exactly the most glamorous of settings in which to be a public footslave

But that doesn't mean that my pretty customer-mistress is any less deserving of my respect - especially as she is a smoker!

Her footwear lacks feminine glamour also...

...but again is worthy of my utmost, slavish respect as I do my best to lickshine it...

...beneath her plain, black SOCKS!

This is my humble lot!

This is my lowly destiny...

...to lickshine the BOOTS and SHOES of my BETTERS in this dark and dingy alleyway!

I must accept my humble lot with good grace, and respectfully taste where my customer-mistress has been!


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