Birthday Treat

Unlike most slaves, I actually know my birthday - 25 February - though I can't be sure exactly how old I am; somewhere in my late thirties or early forties, I believe? More to the point, my regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam knows when it's my birthday too, because she takes a haughty interest in me, and I therefore once had to tell her my birthday in response to one of her pertinent questions. A superior's questions must always be answered!

Today, on the eve of my birthday, she has kindly come to mock me as I perform my daily kiss-respecting of her feet:

'So, sockieboy-slave, I believe it's your birthday tomorrow, yeah?'

'Oh yes indeed, mistress. Thanking you kindly for kindly remembering mistress. This slave is not worthy of such attention, madam!'

'Haha, I know that, slave - but I would like to help you celebrate your big day anyway!... I'll tell you what, how about I let you kiss my feet 1000 times each tomorrow? Wouldn't that be a nice birthday treat for you?'

My heart leaps:

'Oh yes, mistress Mukta madam! Oh pray! Oh bless, mistress! Truly, to spend more time than usual kissing your feet and admiring your socks would be a birthday honour for the likes of me, sweet and kind mistress Mukta madam!'

'Haha, and not only that, sockieboy-slave!... Since I know you like my socks, I'll wear whichever pair of my socks are your favourite ones tomorrow! Which pair of socks would you most like me to wear tomorrow, slave?'

Sometimes I just can't believe how kind and generous Ms Mukta madam is to a mere public humble-head like me! I sometimes wonder if she has feelings for me?'

'Oh pray, mistress Mukta! Oh joy, oh bliss madam! To have a choice of your sockwear, madam!... This slave loves and admires all your socks, madam, since they are your socks, on your feet, madam, if you would be so kind and understanding, miss?... But if I had to choose, madam, I would say that your dark grey socks with the red rose motifs are probably my favourite pair of your socks, miss. That is to say, they are the socks I respect and admire the most on your pretty feet and ankles, miss, since they fill me with a foolish sense of awe and wonderment, miss, begging your female pardon for my patheticalness and lowliness, sweet and kind Ms Mukta madam?'

'Hahga, very well, sockieboy - I'll wear them grey and red-rose socks tomorrow, just because it's your birthday, and that!... Mind you, I'll have to check with my hubby first that he's ok with that! I don't want him thinking I'm over-indulging you, or somefing?'

'Oh yes, mistress Mukta madam. This slave fully understands, mistress Mukta madam. Pray do seek master Simon sir's manly indulgence and permission, miss, and assure him of my undying respect for him and his wife, and his wife's socks, if you would be so kind mistress Mukta madam?'

'Haha, what about Simon's socks, slave? Don't you respect my hubby's socks also?'

'Oh yes, mistress Mukta madam. Pray forgive my oversight, madam, and beg my pardon of your magnificent husband on my behalf mistress. I do apologise to master Simon sir's socks, miss!'

'Haha, do you love me, sockieboy? Are you, like, in love with my socks, and that?'

This is such a rare question for a public humble-head to be asked, even if it is done so in a highly mocking tone! I must tread carefully in my humble reply, since I am addressing a superior mistress, and NOT my girlfriend! (Needless to say, I don't have a girlfriend, and never will. I'm just a public footservant!):

'Oh pray mistress Mukta madam, begging your female pardon and indulgence, mistress Mukta madam, this slave is indeed in love with you and your socks, madam, on account of his being a foolish and lonely sockieboy slave, miss, begging your kindness and understanding miss please don't have me beaten miss?'

She snorts derisively down at me:

'Hah! Well, I'm afraid your feelings towards me are not reciprocated, slave! You're too lowly and stupid and dirty for me to have any feelings towards you! Haha, even my socks despise and reject you!... Besides, I'm a happily married woman, innit?'

'Oh yes, mistress Mukta madam! Pray forgive me, mistress Mukta madam. This slave meant no disrespect to you and your socks, or to your husband and his socks, madam! I'm just an ignorant, stupid slave at your feet and at your mercy, madam! Please forgive this slave his foolish forwardness, miss. I deserve the WHIP, miss!'

Mercilessly mocking me on the eve of my birthday...

...by inviting me to choose which pair of her socks she will wear tomorrow on my 'big day'!

I humbly and respectfully request Ms Mukta to wear her dark grey socks with the red-rose motifs - my favourite pair, though I respect and admire all her socks, including the ones she has on now...

...light grey with fancy, trellised stitching!

Whenever I am kissing Ms Mukta's feet, I can never take my eyes off her socks. And she knows it!

Ms Mukta laughs out loud at my cacophony of contradictions as I apologetically express my feelings of love and admiration for both her and her socks!

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Nevertheless, the following day she did keep her promise and wore her grey socks with the red rose motifs when she came to visit me. And she did permit me to kiss her feet 1000 times each! She even helpfully hitched up her jean hems so that I could get a good and uninterrupted view of her socks whilst I was birthday-kissing her feet!

I felt overwhelming feelings of gratitude towards both mistress Mukta madam and her socks as I kissed her familiar dirty sneakers. And, of course, feelings of gratitude towards her husband, who had clearly given his manly permission for his wife to indulge me with her socks! I must make a mental note to fervently kiss his feet and thank him kindly the next time he accompanies his lovely wife to my face!

In the meantime, I make the most of my birthday treat, and study the interaction between the creases and the red-rose motifs in mistress Mukta madam's most beloved grey socks!