No Qualifications

In the summer, my mistress Mukta likes to humble me with her pink sneakers and frilly, white socks – especially when she’s been out for a run. Needless to say, I’m not allowed to touch her socks with my mouth – only her outstretched, dirty sneaker-toes. And rightly so – for here in the Gynarchy of Barbaria you have to be a fully qualified sockslave to touch a mistress’s socks; I’m just a humble front-porch feetkisser, with no qualifications. Hell, I’m not even qualified to lick shoes! And so I must simply lower my lips to the dirty pink and white sneaker leather, and kiss. Any old fool can do that!













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