Kind Hearted

I have to say, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam really is a kind natured young woman. Sure her footwear is always filthy dirty – and tastes vile – whenever she presents it to my mouth; sure, she is in the habit of bringing her own stick with her, with which to beat me about the face; and sure, she can, on occasions, be moody, sullen and shouty towards me. But just yesterday, for example, she kindly asked me which I would prefer to lickshine when she was due to return to my face today – her boots or her sneakers? I had humbly proposed that Ms Mukta madam present her boots to me today – and, lo and behold, she is now standing before me wearing her black leather ankleboots!

As for her socks – well, Ms Mukta’s generosity doesn’t yet extend to inviting me to choose which type of socks she would wear with her boots. And rightly so, for the sock is an intimate garment and should remain the personal choice of the wearer. But, again I have to say, Ms Mukta madam could not have chosen a better pair of socks to go with her boots today – brightly-striped red, yellow, and green socks with zig-zag patterns; such a pretty contrast to the sombre blackness and plainness of her boots. Indeed, her choice of sockwear is always spot on, in my humble footslave opinion!

When she eventually turns to walk away from me, I must confess to a certain sense of foolish, footslavish pride as I observe her erstwhile dirty boots now glistening with my slave-saliva. Ms Mukta Madam did not give me a choice, this time, as to what type of footwear she would wear tomorrow, but, presumably, it will be her sneakers that I shall have the honour of lickshining? I don’t mind, since variety is the spice of life, as they say. And, let’s face it, even if I didmind, there’s sweet damn all I could do about it. I’m just a humble head-in-the-wall, looking out at the feet and footwear of my betters through a discarded toilet seat!




















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