Her Socks Are My Life (iii)

Yet more cheap socks for me to admire on the feet of regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam.

Though they may be cheap, and purchased as part of a multipack of socks, they are still worth more than me, being the socks of a local goddess.

Note how this time Ms Mukta is standing with one of her sneakered and socked feet resting imperiously on top of my humble head. She is mocking me with her sock – pointing out that it is now higher than my head. She describes to me how her sock is comprised of a white lower part and pink upper part. The pink upper is also ribbed, and she asks me how I am liking being lower than a girl’s pink and white, ribbed anklesock? Don’t I feel shame, weakness and humility?

I do.

Ms Mukta madam then has me kiss her sneakered feet for the best part of an hour, all the while displaying her socks to my face.














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