Claire's shoelicker part nine

On and on Dave licked, carefully removing any dirt, grass, grit or who knows what from Kim's shoes and boots. Kim would have been amused to see him there on his knees cradling a pair of her hiking boots in his hands, removing the mud from the treads. His tongue began to hurt quite badly after about these boots. Removing the grit from the sharp edges of soles. These were tough boots and were suitably dirty as Kim liked to walk during her time out. He still brought them to as much of a shine as you can hiking boots, with delicately sucked clean laces.

He looked down at the shoes before him. He had enjoyed having the pleasure of serving Mistress Kim in this way but was feeling quited tired, not to mention a little sick. His forehead itched from the hot boot imprint Kim had previously made, and oddly in some way this spurred him on. He licked two pairs of her trainers clean - one a pair of casual daps, another a pair of athletic tennis trainers. These were something of a reward for Dave as they truly stunk. In a good way of course - the scent of her sweat mixed with the scent of the worn fabric insoles made a pungent yet powerfully pelasing blend. The trainers were covered in grass stains and these needed some gentle work with his front teeth in helping to clear them up. He was of course careful not to damage the trainers in any way. That would be both shaming and thoroughly unacceptable.

He remembered the time he scratched a pair of Claire's DMs trying to remove a small chunk mud from the toe. He'd paid for that - Claire had burnt his tongue several times with a cigarette. The agony was incredible, which of course amused Claire, but what really amused her was that it hurt him for wuite a while every time he licked her shoes after that. She made a point of wearing shoes and boots with thick treads, and loved it when he aggravted the wound by removing some thick piece of grit or sharp blade of grass from here shoe soles. For Dave the pain was not at all pleasant, but he did get a real sense of satisfaction that his suffering was amusing Claire. It meant that she noticed him, even if it was through the pain and degredation she was inflicting on him.

He cleaned the trainers perfectly and placed them down on the floor. As he had licked, he had arranged her shoes in order - a row of trainers, a row of boots and a row of shoes. Almost all of her shoes and boots were black leather, which showed up any lapses - he gazed over the array of shoes and boots in front of him and picked up the final pair he had to clean.

He held the black buckled flats to his mouth, placed a kiss on each toe and turned the shoes over so the soles were facing and started to lick one. As his tongue hit the front of the sole, he heard the keys in the door and turned to face it. In walked Kim holding a thin bag, looking as gorgeous as ever. She was not impressed that he was looking at her as she walked in - especially as he had not finished his work.

"What the hell are you looking at, fuckwit?," she exclaimed. "You haven't finished your job? What's your excuse?" She looked angry but he could also tell that inside she was giggling, enjoying the scene and contemplating where it might pan out.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Kim, I have just one pair left, I-I-I..." He didnt have time to finish as he felt his mouth forced shut through a trainer right in his face. She kicked him with some force and he recoiled a little, dropping the shoe he was licking. This infuriated Kim even more. She reached into her bag and grabbed the riding crop that she had been into town to buy. "Hold oout your arms," she demanded. He composed himself and turned to face her, holding his arms out straight.

"I'll teach you not to do your work properly," she screamed, and she raised the crop and lashed it down across his arms and hands, causing sharp intense pain. Kim had quite a swing to her - she palyed a lot of tennis and also rode a lot so she had powerful arms, capable of swinging a whip as fast as anything he's ever seen. She lashed and lashed, causing him to withdraw an arm at one point. Bad idea. She used this as an opportunity to lash her crop across his face. "Face or arms, shithead?" she asked, and he promptly raise the arms again, as he felt his nose and mouth stinging.

Kim lashed for several minutes, thoroughly getting into the new lifestyle she was starting to acquire. Dave grimaced in pain, but not once did he cry out and never again did he withdraw his arms. She started to tire and calm down and threw the whip on the floor. Dave's arms were now red raw, bleeding in several places. Kim took a flannel from her drawer and threw it at him. "Here, clear yourself up," she ordered. She didn't even have to express that it would be foolish of him to get any of her blood on the floor.

Dave wiped his arms down, in considerable pain, but still happy to be interacting with this Goddess, even in such uncomfortable circumstances. Kim walked over the where the rows of shoes and boots were laid out and crouched down to take a look...