A Footslave's Eternal Shame

To my eternal footslave shame, I don’t hear the pretty customer-mistress click-clacking her way towards me from across the town square late at night, and I therefore continue with my illicit slumbers (‘illicit’ because a public footslave is never off duty and should therefore remain awake and alert at all times, however impossible that might be from a purely physiological point of view!)

To her eternal credit, the smartly-dressed young woman doesn’t simply kick me awake in the face, as most disgruntled customers would almost certainly do, but instead crouches down to my lowly level to gently awaken me with her seemingly kind and warm, but in reality, mocking words. She faux-apologises for ‘disturbing’ me, and wonders if she ‘might impose’ upon me by ‘requesting’ me to lickshine her shoes, even though it is so late at night? She explains that her shoes have been on her feet all day and are not only starting to hurt, but they have also become decidedly dusty and dirty. She doesn’t want to go home to her husband wearing dirty shoes!

I humbly and sincerely apologise to the pretty mistress for my being asleep on the job, and she graciously stands up in order to present her high-heeled feet to me, one at a time, for tongueshining by my menial, municipal mouth.

After the late-night shoelicking, she again crouches down this time to 'thank’ me, but to ‘regrettably’ inform me that she will have to tell her manly husband about my ‘disrespecting’ of her by being asleep when she ‘needed’ me, and she warns me that in all likelihood her husband will come round to my face tomorrow in order to give me a ‘good kicking’ by way of an impromptu punishment.

I thank the pretty mistress kindly for her kind words and her decision to have me disciplined by her husband and stress that it is only right and proper that I should be punished for my slothfulness. I opine that her husband’s boots in my face will soon teach me not to slack on the job and will be a timely reminder to me of my perpetual servitude and that I am never off duty as a public footservant.

She says nothing and merely turns her back on me to depart, her high heels now click-clacking across the square in the opposite direction from whence they came!

I am getting some much-needed shut-eye and thus don't hear the pretty customer-mistress click-clacking towards me

It really is to my eternal footslave shame that I selfishly remain asleep as she approaches me to use me!

Her SHOES and STOCKINGS stop directly in front of me but still go unnoticed by my lazy face!

It is only when she crouches down to my lowly level and mockingly 'apologises' for imposing herself upon me that I come to my senses!

She then kindly presents me with her RIGHT FOOT for lickshining...

...eventually followed by her LEFT. She is wearing GREY NYLON STOCKINGS inside her SMART OFFICE SHOES!

What I can't see is her savouring her cigarette high above me as I 'savour' her SHOELEATHER

But I make sure to do a good job on her SHOES, in an effort to make up for my initial tardiness!

After my efforts, she kindly crouches down once more, only this time to 'regrettably' inform me that she will have to tell her husband about the initial disrespect I had shown towards her

As the pretty mistress then casually takes another drag on her cigarette, I thank her kindly for kindly reporting me to her husband and I humbly opine that he will soon teach me some much-needed manners!

She then turns her back on me and walks away, leaving me fearful of the punishment that is to come!