View From A Public Humble Head

This is your view as a public humble head as one of your regular customer-mistresses, Ms Mukta Madam, walks threateningly towards you. Ha! Ha! You are about to taste female sneaker again, slave!

See how she stands a while in front of you, all feminine pigeon-toed and demure looking as she contemplates what she is going to do to you, before crouching down and staring at you mockingly in the face. She sarcastically asks you how you are doing today, and politely enquires as to whether you are ready for another taste of her dirty sneakers? You confirm, of course, that you are, as, by law, you must always be ready to lickshine your superiors’ sneakers.

She then stands up again and presents her right sneakered foot to you for lickshining. You observe and admire the thick weave of her black sock, and, in between your humble licks of her sneaker dirt, you make so bold as to enquire of Ms Mukta Madam as to the provenance of her socks (We should explain that you are allowed to converse with your customers, but only about their shoes and socks). Were they a gift, perchance, from her manly boyfriend, master Simon Sir (a much better man than you since he is a free man, and has the love and affection of Ms Mukta Madam – unlike you?) She laughs at your pathetic nosiness about her socks, and condescendingly informs you that she thinks they may have been part of a packet of 6 cheap, black socks she bought over a year ago now. She can’t really remember.

Continuing to dutifully lickshine Ms Mukta’s sneakers, you praise and extol her black socks, saying it is truly an honour for the likes of you to be so close to such a wonderful pair of socks – socks made wonderful by virtue of being on customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam’s feet. She laughs down at you again, and asks whether you would like her to wear a pair of her white socks when she visits you again tomorrow. You are overwhelmed by your wonderful customer’s kind offer, and pathetically blubber your gratitude at such a humbling prospect. She again laughs at you as she turns to walk away from you, promising that she will wear her white socks inside her sneakers tomorrow, just to give you a change! 

You verbally praise and bless Ms Mukta as she departs.

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Next day, sure enough, and true to her word, arrogant and haughty Ms Mukta Madam returns for another shoelick, and this time she is wearing a pair of fresh, white socks inside her filthy sneakers. The contrast between the crisp, pure whiteness of her socks and the grubby dirtiness of her sneakers is stark.

As she positions her right foot once again onto the wooden footblock beneath your kneeling face for lickshining, you observe too that the weave of the white sock is much finer than that of her black sock from yesterday. You are particularly impressed also by some casual creasing in Ms Mukta’s white sock, and you tell her so as you deliberately brush your forehead up against the soft, creased white cotton material of her sock. She feels your impudence on her socked ankle, and suddenly crouches down to tell you, to your face, that she thinks you are pathetic, and that she is glad she has a real man like Simon in her life – a man who isn’t obsessed by her socks, but who, on the contrary, is a fully functioning man capable of providing her with sexual pleasure and giving her multiple orgasms. She calls you an impotent sock-fool. You can smell her bad breath as well as her ill will towards you.

You nevertheless thank Ms Mukta Madam kindly for her kind indulgence towards you in wearing her white socks and, as she turns her back on you to walk away from you, showing you a dirty pair of sneaker heels into the bargain, you pathetically remain focussed on the back of her white sock beneath her blue denim jean hem – the sock you have just foreheaded and whose DNA therefore remains ignominiously affixed to your face. Indeed, your eyes remain fixated on the back of her creased, white sock until it has completely disappeared from view. You can only hope that, despite her utter contempt for you, kindhearted Ms Mukta Madam will continue to visit you in order for her dirty sneakers to be lickshined – whatever types of socks she chooses to wear inside them. For her socks are your life.