Raindrops On Her Socks

It’s a week before Xmas and, on a damp and dreary evening, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is keeping me company in my lonely alleyway by having me lickshine her all-too-familiar, dirty red, white and blue sneakers. Her socks this evening are fantastic –  black and white speckled socks which help to ‘fill out’ her naturally skinny ankles. What’s more, I can see the raindrops on her socks!

Ms Mukta asks me (as she does every Xmas) whether I have any special plans for the festive period, and I must humbly explain to her (as I do every Xmas) that I do not have any time off during the festive period as I’m just a slave, and must work. She laughs at me (as she does every Xmas) and gaily informs me that she won’t be able to visit me herself over Xmas this year as she and her husband, master Simon sir, will be staying with her In Laws ‘up north’. However she promises to bring me her, and her husband’s, dirty shoes and socks to clean while they are away, as she says her husband Simon, in particular, has a large number of dirty socks that need mouthwashing.

I thank Ms Mukta madam kindly for her kind offer as it is always a privilege for a public footservant such as myself to taste his betters’ socks. She laughs at me before turning her sneakered and socked heels on me and walking away from me – out of the rain and the cold and back to the warmth and comfort of her nearby apartment and the loving arms of her manly, beloved husband, whose socks I shall be having to suck-clean over the holiday period.

I feel suitably humbled.

I do hope Ms Mukta’s current, speckled and rain-dampened socks are amongst the couple’s dirty socks that they shall be leaving with me, as I’m longing to know how they taste (and smell!).












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