'Do you like my winter boots, slave? Can you still see my socks?'
'Yes please, mistress Mukta madam, thanking you kindly, mistress Mukta madam. Your boots and socks are my life, mistress!'
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| I'm glad that regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is well wrapped up against the biting cold... |
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| ...as I humbly seek to reassure her that I can still get a good view of her argyle-patterned winter socks above her brown leather, winter boots! |
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| Customer-mistress Ms Mukta's boots and socks are my life! |
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| I worship them! |
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| I humbly begin lickshining her winter bootleather... |
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| ...whilst remaining admiring of her thick, woolen socks |
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| Passers-by ignore me. I'm just another public footslave, serving a pretty customer... |
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| ...or, more specifically, her boots and socks! |
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| Meanwhile, the beautiful wearer of the boots and socks remains wide-eyed with contentment and amusement at my abject slavishness at her feet |
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