Summer Mockery
Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, and her handsome husband master Simon sir, both wearing summer shorts, have come to mock me on the sink-estate stairwell. Ms Mukta begins the mockery by asking me (as I kiss her sneakered feet) whether I am enjoying the hot, sunny weather - before 'reminding' herself that, of course, I never get to see the sunshine outside as I am permanently stuck here in this inner stairwell, kissing and licking feet! She then says 'never mind', and that I can always witness the sunshine in the form of her 'nice tan' - another sarcastic remark since Ms Mukta, being dark skinned, always has a nice tan!
She goes on to ask me if I like the contrast between her white sock and her tanned leg, to which I humbly reply that I like the contrast very much. I also, as befits a slave, thank her kindly for her kind question. Master Simon sir, not to be outdone, then asks me if I like the contrast between his black sock and white, hairy leg? Needless to say, I respectfully inform the master sir that I very much admire his socks and legs also, since he is my infinite better, being a superior free male - and again I thank him for his kind question.
Ms Mukta then orders me to shut up and continue licking her husband's shoes, whilst the happy, sunkissed couple continue to have a good laugh at my expense before they eventually turn to walk away, leaving me to rot alone in the stuffy stairwell. Their footwear leaves a bitter taste in my mocked, menial mouth.
She goes on to ask me if I like the contrast between her white sock and her tanned leg, to which I humbly reply that I like the contrast very much. I also, as befits a slave, thank her kindly for her kind question. Master Simon sir, not to be outdone, then asks me if I like the contrast between his black sock and white, hairy leg? Needless to say, I respectfully inform the master sir that I very much admire his socks and legs also, since he is my infinite better, being a superior free male - and again I thank him for his kind question.
Ms Mukta then orders me to shut up and continue licking her husband's shoes, whilst the happy, sunkissed couple continue to have a good laugh at my expense before they eventually turn to walk away, leaving me to rot alone in the stuffy stairwell. Their footwear leaves a bitter taste in my mocked, menial mouth.
