Shoe lick student - exclusive interview with friend of the girl

We bring an update on the story of the student who has become ill as a result of licking the shoes of a fellow student. The student is said to be in a stable condition, suffering nothing more than a violent reaction to swallowing such an amount of mud. There is no news on whether the police or university authorities want to investigate.

This paper has managed to gain an exclusive interview with Emma S, a friend of the female student in question, Sarah P. When asked how this bizarre situation started she said, ''Sarah has always been dominant. I've known her since our first week at university. The first time I saw it was that very week when another freshman dropped his pen on the floor on the way out of a lecture. He cent down to pick it up and found her foot on his hand. I can remember her shoes now - flat, suede maryjanes, covering a sheer black stocking. Really sexy. The poor kid looked up, annoyed, but when he saw her smile, he just froze.

''Um, my pen. . '' he mumbled, clearly in awe of her looks and dominant smile. I had to laugh at what she said next: ''Kiss my shoe and you can have your pen. . . Deal?'' I could swear that he looked as if her eyes were boring through him. He started sweating a little, mumbled a muffled objection, then just did as she asked - bent his head down and put his lips to her shoe, which was still pinning his hand to the floor. The students surrounding the scene all reacted differently. Some laughed, some winced and I can sure as hell tell you, some got very excited. ''Your pen, loser,'' she told him as she removed her foot from his hand and with that, she walked off, to applause!
This kid just stayed crouched on the floor, red faced and misty eyed. Man, it was quite something.''

I asked Emma how her friendship with Sarah then began. ''I Didn't see her for a couple of weeks after that but the incident had really sparked my imagination. Then, just as I was sat down on a bench on the green outside the sports hall, she sat down beside me. But what I really noticed was who knelt down on the floor in front of her. It was the boy from the lecture hall. He knelt in front of her and removed her shoes. They were black leather buckled pumps, and were a little dirty as it had been raining as usual. She removed a lunchbox from her bag and began munching on a sandwich. And as she munched, Steve, as I found out he was called, massaged her feet reverently through her black socks. He looked at those socks like they held the secret to the universe. It was weird, but it was kinda sweet.

She turned to me and said, ''Gee, I hope my feet don't smell too bad - just thought a massage in order.'' I blushed and told her not to worry and said I thought she seemed to be settling in alright! ''Oh yeah,'' she replied, ''Managed to find me a dorkish but very useful lapdog almost straight away. Look at how he loves serving my feet. Would you like to try him?'' I replied that I really didn't know about that but she leant forward, slapped him on the head and told him to shuffle over and kneel in front of me. She grinned down at him, and he looked just like a whipped puppy. ''My name's Sarah,'' she said. ''You are?'' I told her and she addressed him, ''Shoecleaner Steve, clean Miss Emma's shoes for her. They're dirty.'' He nodded and bent his head toward my shoes. I tried to protest but she told me to relax and enjoy it - he loved to serve. I must admit I got swept up in the whole thing and started to enjoy the sight of this quite handsome but obviously weak kid kneeling at my feet.

''Wait,'' I said, as I removed a clean tissue from my pocket for him to clean my shoes with. I went to hand it to him and Sarah just threw back her head and laughed. 'No, no, Emma, he doesn't clean shoes with tissue - he licks them clean. No messy tissue to dispose of and he brings them to a glorious shine. Show her.'' I must admit, I was stunned. I mean, you get students being subservient to other students and everyone likes a mild bit of S & M, right but licking someones shoes? Especially muddy ones - and mine sure were covered in mud. They were black flat DM shoes. Shiny, lace-up and with a chunky sole. They were muddy all over the tops and I figured the grooves in the soles must have mud and grass clinging everywhere. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop but she just softly whispered ''shhh... Enjoy it.'' Before I could say anything he was taking long, wet strokes across the top of my shoe. He cleared off mud which he duly swallowed. I just sat there stunned, I'd never seen anything like it.

After he'd cleaned the tops of both shoes, I, still dazed a bit said ''Um, thank you, Steve.'' 'Not finished yet,'' Sarah giggled, and indeed, after asking 'May I?' to which I nodded, perplexed, he lifted my left leg softly and began to lick the soles of my shoes. He licked in every groove until all the mud must have been removed. He looked a little sick but to be honest seemed to be enjoying it. And to be fair, so was I. I really had enjoyed the thrill of the display of humility - I felt like a princess."

More revelations about this incident rocking the university to follow.