Misty Night In Old Chinatown

On a cold, misty night in a dark and dirty corner of old Chinatown, Ms Mukta approaches a public humble head:

Kiss my foot, slave,’ she orders him, extending one of her sneakered feet on the dirty ground directly beneath his forlorn face.

The slave is forbidden to reply, but instantly obeys. He knows if he doesn’t, this young woman might hurt him.

Ms Mukta watches his slavish obedience from on high, and revels in her power over him. After a while, having humiliated the slave to her feminine satisfaction, she turns and leaves him with her pretty head held high in triumph, back to the warmth of her nearby apartment, whilst he remains alone and shivering in the cold, night air. Soon he will have only the warm memory of her sneakers and socks to keep him company.











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