She's Back! She's Back! Ms Mukta is back!

She’s back! She’s back! Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta, and her sneakers and socks, are back in my face – the undoubted highlight of my weekend! And, even though she is, yet again, too busy blabbering on her phone to verbally acknowledge me, she does at least do me the great honour of crouching down in order to disparagingly stick her tongue out at me (without interrupting her phone conversation) in order to mock-mimic my pathetic toungeshining efforts on her perennially dirty sneakers!

Her bright orange stripy socks will linger long on my memory – longer, sadly, than the taste of where she has been walking in her sneakers.

































Some notes on the 'walk away' shot above:
  • Whenever a customer-mistress turns her back on me and shows me a clean (or oftentimes still dirty) pair of heels, she is casually demonstrating her complete lack of concern for me as a public footservant. She is, in effect, leaving me to rot in my foothole whilst she gets on with her busy, superior, female life.
  • Such contempt for me is only accentuated when, as in this case, the customer-mistress is preoccupied on her phone. She isn't even thinking about me, and the degrading, shoelicking service I have just performed for her.
  • But the most humbling 'walk away' of all is when she is arm in arm with her boyfriend, with the two of them either audibly laughing at me or, worse still, snogging one another - their mutual lust inspired by their power to jointly humiliate me in public with their dirty feet and footwear.
  • Yes, whatever the circumstances, a customer-mistress's departure is always a humbling experience for me, reminding me of my lowliness and helplessness. And rightly so. 

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