Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is never one to dress up 'glamorously' - at least, not in the traditional sense. She dresses for comfort - and so on a cold and frosty evening that means wearing a headscarf, warm boots and thick socks.
She always looks glamorous to me, though. I love her socks!
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| Regular customer Ms Mukta madam looks fabulous, as always! |
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| I particularly admire her boots and socks as they get ever closer to my cold, confined face |
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| The boots and socks stop directly in front of me, and their owner mocks me, asking me if I'm not freezing to death on such a bitterly cold evening? |
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| She then orders me to 'kiss her boot'. |
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| 'And the other one!' |
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| Her boots warm my lips... |
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| ...for which I am ever so grateful! |
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| But their pretty wearer remains cold and aloof... |
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| ...as befits a superior customer-mistress using a lowly, public footservant |
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| She then haughtily turns her back on me and walks away |
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She has been respected, worshipped and adored by a lowly public footslave...
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...and now she's heading home to the warm bosom of her husband who will hotly make love to her!
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| The slave, meanwhile, keeps his humble head bowed behind his pretty customer's departing boots and socks... |
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| ...boots he has slavishly kiss-respected... |
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| ...and socks he has fervently admired! |
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| The 'unglamorous' winter boots and socks of a local goddess! |
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| Unglamorous they may be - scruffy even; but they have made this pathetic slave's evening! |
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