Imaginings

Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam has come to mock me. She asks me whether I've had a good day, kissing lots of 'nice shoes' and observing lots of 'nice sockies'? When I humbly confirm that I have, indeed, had a productive day kiss-respecting the public's feet and admiring their socks, she laughs at me and asks me which were the best shoes and socks? I, of course, must humbly confirm that her shoes and socks are the best, begging her female pardon and understanding.

Again, she laughs out loud at me before promptly ordering me to kiss her feet. As I do so, I not only admire her socks; I imagine her sitting on a throne, with a whip-troll standing protectively next to her, ready to whip me as I kiss-respect her goddess sneakers and admire her goddess socks (the sneakers and socks she has on now!)

Mocking me at the end of yet another long, hard day kissing the public's feet

I humbly (and truthfully) confirm to Ms Mukta madam that her shoes and socks are the BEST I have seen all day!

She gigglingly orders me to kiss her dirty sneakers

I obey, down amongst the weeds and the dirt in my dirty, footslave alcove

Oh how I admire her flowery-patterned, brightly-coloured sock!

The sock of a goddess!

A goddess who should, by rights, be seated on a throne...

...not visiting me in my God-forsaken, dirty alcove on an industrial estate!

No wonder Ms Mukta madam stares down at me with contempt!

She is too good for me!


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My imagination takes over as I visualise Ms Mukta madam seated on a grand throne with a whip-troll by her side - a creature born and bred to whip slaves and to ensure their submission and compliance towards the all-powerful mistress!


Bowing before Ms Mukta's feet as she sits on her throne of absolute power!

As I kiss her feet, I am, of course, mindful of the WHIP...

...in the hands of her pet troll!

He shall not hesitate to WHIP me if I show the slightest disrespect for the supreme mistress!

Her goddess-sneakers MUST be kissed and her goddess-socks admired!

This is my lowly life - my mistress's sneakers and socks!

I am their SLAVE!

'Mercy, mistress Mukta madam. Please don't have me WHIPPED, mistress!'


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