On Her Way Home From Work
Frequently, regular customer Ms Mukta madam visits me on her way home from work at the nearby male prison for a lick and a shine of her hardwearing, uniform boots. At such times I like to speculate as to whether she may have delivered any punishment canings to any of the male prisoners during her shift today, whilst wearing these very same boots?
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Ms Mukta on her way home from a late shift at the nearby male prison |
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She stops, as is her wont, by my feckless face for a lick and a shine of her uniform boots |
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I lick the boots of female power and authority |
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Such hardworking boots! |
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Whilst I lick her boots, I like to think of her beating male prisoners with the prison punishment cane |
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Just think - these female boots and socks have inflicted pain on recidivistic male prisoners! |
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It is such an honour for me to shine them up with my tongue! |
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Ms Mukta is tired at the end of her shift, and is not her usual chatty self |
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So I just get on with licking her hardwearing bootleather |
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She turns to leave me without saying a word |
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And nor should she. I'm just a slave that lickshines boots. What is there to say to me? |
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Ms Mukta is too good to converse with the likes of me, as if I were somehow her equal! |
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I am beneath her |
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Even her socks are higher than me! |