Regular commuter Ms Mukta madam has taken to stopping by me for a quick lick and a shine of her smart office shoes on her way home from work
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| I am always honoured to serve regular customer Ms Mukta madam in my humble capacity as her local public footservant |
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| 'You're gonna lickshine my shoes, slavey-boy!' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. It will be my privilege, mistress-madam.' |
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| She concentrates on her text messages high above me as I begin my lowly tongue-labour on her smart, office shoes... |
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| ...beneath her smart, office skirt! |
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| Not that I have any business looking up at my esteemed, regular customer above her ankles |
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| My only legitimate business is with her FOOTWEAR! |
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| The shoes taste vile, as shoes always do |
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| They say it's an acquired taste, but after years of public shoelicking I have still not acquired it! |
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| But I have learnt not to grimace or to baulk at the bitter, leathery taste of my customers' SHOES and BOOTS! |
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| After all, whether acquired or not, it is a taste fit for a footslave! |
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| If the customer requires his or her SHOES to be lickshined, then lickshined they must be! |
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| They don't give a damn what their shoes taste like on my menial, slave tongue! |
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| That's why Ms Mukta madam, as is her wont, eventually turns and walks away without thanking me for my efforts |
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| One doesn't thank a slave for simply doing his job! |
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| One is too good to engage in a conversation with a mere slave, other than to bark one's orders down at him! |
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| I know that, and Ms Mukta madam knows that! |
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| So I merely keep my humble head bowed behind her departing, freshly-licked SHOES... |
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| ...as they leave a lingering, bitter taste in my menial, municipal mouth! |
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