wilko
08-17-2006, 3:39 AM
Saturday came around and Dave arrived at Kim's room on time as requested, hungry to serve. He lightly tapped on the doior and Kim promptly answered with a sweet, sadistic smile on her face. She ushered him in, and once the door was shut, naturally ushered him to the floor. He dropped at once and almost synchronised with the snap of her fingers as she pointed to her feet, planted kisses over her socked feet. The socks were black and a little sweaty. Dave figured she must have been for a run that morning. He sniffed the aroma lightly as he kissed, and she towered above. Man, it smelt good, thought Dave. The scent of life itself.
''Right,'' said Kim, as she sat down on the bed of her smallish campus room. ''I'm off to the tack shop in town to buy something. I'll be an hour or so." She looked incredible as she gave him his orders. She was dressed in a light beige blouse and a pair of soft linen shorts. She pulled on a pair of addidas trainers and stood up. "You'll keep youself occupied in the meantime with my shoe an boot collection,'' she said, opening her built-in wardrobe. "I want each and every shoe in here licked completely clean and laid out ready for me to inspect when I return. That make sense?"
''Yes mistress Kim, of course,'' Dave replied, anxious to get on with the task that lay ahead. "Good,'' replied Kim, as she removed a piece of chewing gum from her mouth and ground it into Dave's hair. She loved the look of his head - a wad of her used chewing gum now sticking off his head like he was some kind of rubbish post, and a mark dead in the middle of his forehead that she had made with her bootheel earlier in the week. She smiled inwardly as she imagined how on earth he would explain that to anyone he came into contact with. She thought to herself that it was unlikely this would be the first mark Dave would bear during their time together, and that little thought put a spring into her step as she walked out of the door.
Dave crawled over on his knees to her cupboard and looked inside. There must have been about twenty pairs of shoes and boots therein, all in various states of cleanliness. He really had his work cut out and didn't think twice before picking up a pair of black leather high heels and wrapping his tongue round them.
He licked quickly, but carefully. These shoes were a little dusty, but apart from a small chunk of dried mud on the heel and some dirt on the sole, they were fairly easy to clean. They were magnificent shoes - elegant, sultry and they smelt like paradise - just like Kim herself.
Once complete, he turned his attention to a pair of black leather lace-ups. They really stank and looked like she had ownded them for years. These required more attention in that the flat soles had an unusual criss-cross formation of grooves that were pretty much full of mud, and mud that had been there for some time. He licked the grooves forcefully, to soften and loosen the mud, then lifted in out on his tongue and swallowed it reverently. The heel had a strange round inward tread about the size of a five pence coin. He scooped out the mud that had formed there with his tongue and duly swallowed it also.
On and on dave licked. He really began to feel sick as he tongued a pair of black patent leather flats. He was convinced there was dried dogshit on the bottom of them, but he tried not to think about it too much. Indeed when he looked at the soles clean once again, he felt imeense pride and felt silly at having worried about it....
''Right,'' said Kim, as she sat down on the bed of her smallish campus room. ''I'm off to the tack shop in town to buy something. I'll be an hour or so." She looked incredible as she gave him his orders. She was dressed in a light beige blouse and a pair of soft linen shorts. She pulled on a pair of addidas trainers and stood up. "You'll keep youself occupied in the meantime with my shoe an boot collection,'' she said, opening her built-in wardrobe. "I want each and every shoe in here licked completely clean and laid out ready for me to inspect when I return. That make sense?"
''Yes mistress Kim, of course,'' Dave replied, anxious to get on with the task that lay ahead. "Good,'' replied Kim, as she removed a piece of chewing gum from her mouth and ground it into Dave's hair. She loved the look of his head - a wad of her used chewing gum now sticking off his head like he was some kind of rubbish post, and a mark dead in the middle of his forehead that she had made with her bootheel earlier in the week. She smiled inwardly as she imagined how on earth he would explain that to anyone he came into contact with. She thought to herself that it was unlikely this would be the first mark Dave would bear during their time together, and that little thought put a spring into her step as she walked out of the door.
Dave crawled over on his knees to her cupboard and looked inside. There must have been about twenty pairs of shoes and boots therein, all in various states of cleanliness. He really had his work cut out and didn't think twice before picking up a pair of black leather high heels and wrapping his tongue round them.
He licked quickly, but carefully. These shoes were a little dusty, but apart from a small chunk of dried mud on the heel and some dirt on the sole, they were fairly easy to clean. They were magnificent shoes - elegant, sultry and they smelt like paradise - just like Kim herself.
Once complete, he turned his attention to a pair of black leather lace-ups. They really stank and looked like she had ownded them for years. These required more attention in that the flat soles had an unusual criss-cross formation of grooves that were pretty much full of mud, and mud that had been there for some time. He licked the grooves forcefully, to soften and loosen the mud, then lifted in out on his tongue and swallowed it reverently. The heel had a strange round inward tread about the size of a five pence coin. He scooped out the mud that had formed there with his tongue and duly swallowed it also.
On and on dave licked. He really began to feel sick as he tongued a pair of black patent leather flats. He was convinced there was dried dogshit on the bottom of them, but he tried not to think about it too much. Indeed when he looked at the soles clean once again, he felt imeense pride and felt silly at having worried about it....