In Training

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam looks resplendent in her blue and white sportswear as she approaches me across the yard. After we have exchanged the usual pleasantries - in which she mocks me for being an impotent humble-head slave at her feet and I praise and bless her for honouring me with her divine, female presence - we get down to business and she presents me with her right, sneakered foot for respect-kissing.

I feel I must comment upon her superb attire, however, and, in between my humble kisses to her sneakers, compliment customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam on the superbness of her blue and white sneakers with matching blue and white socks. She laughs and says she had forgotten that I was such an inveterate sockieboy-slave, and goes on to explain that this is the kit she will be running a half marathon in, for which she is currently in training. She then asks me if I would like her to bring her dirty, used socks along after the half marathon so that I can suck-wash them inside my menial mouth? She's confident that her blue and white socks are bound to be very tart and sweaty after such a long run?

I can barely contain my slavish excitement and gratitude as I humbly confirm to kind and generous Ms Mukta madam that to suck-wash her sweaty, post-marathon socks would be the greatest honour a lowly, public humble-head like me could ever wish for!

She laughs and reminds me that it's only a 'half marathon' before she turns her back on me and walks away, sniggering at my abject slavishness in looking forward to having her sweaty, used running socks inside my menial mouth. No wonder Ms Mukta madam despises me - even though she oftentimes indulges me, due to her sweet and kind feminine nature!

Ms Mukta madam, looking even more resplendent than usual in her blue and white sports kit!

Naturally, given my lowly level near the dirty ground, I focus on her sneakers and socks as she approaches

The sneakers and socks stop directly in front of me and mock me, as per usual

Then the right sneaker is shoved towards my menial mouth for respect-kissing...

...swiftly followed by the left

As I kiss the superior sneakers down amongst the dirt, I feel I must praise and bless Ms Mukta's sporty attire...

...particularly her blue and white sneakers and socks!

She listens bemused at my slavish regard for her everyday footwear...

...before kindly inviting me to mouthwash her dirty socks after she has finished running the half-marathon for which she is currently in training!

I kiss Ms Mukta's sneakers even more fervently, and praise and bless her for the kind honour she has promised to bestow upon me!

She laughs at me as I continue to kiss her feet...

...in total awe of her socks...

...socks which she has now promised will, one day soon, be deep inside my menial mouth for a suck and a wash!

My humble, head-on view of Ms Mukta's superior sock

I live for her socks!

That's why she sometimes disparagingly refers to me as her 'sockieboy slave'!

I hear her giggling as she turns and walks away

She certainly isn't breaking into a sweat at the moment as she ambles slowly away from me

But I'm not complaining

For her slow, non-urgent departure affords me the opportunity to really study the backs of her socks...

...socks I can look forward to tasting one day soon!

Really and truly - for a slave like me to have Ms Mukta's divine socksweat-DNA inside his mouth will be the greatest honour I could ever hope for!

These are, after all, the socks of a local goddess!

I am not worthy to even look at Ms Mukta madam above the socks!

 

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