Even at the height of summer, regular customer-mistress Ms
Mukta madam can sometimes be quite icy towards me. She mocks me with a refreshing ice cream in her
hand, before having me lick her dirty sneakers.
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| Ms Mukta mocks me with an ice cream in her hand, knowing full well I cannot share it |
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| Instead she imposes her dirty sneakers on my tormented taste buds |
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| Thus, whilst she enjoys the sweet and creamy taste of her refreshing ice cream... |
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| ...my tongue tastes her everyday, bitter sneaker-dirt |
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| She isn't even indulging me by wearing her creamy white socks |
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| Today she is wearing a pair of plain, black socks inside her sneakers |
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| Dirt and dark is therefore all I get to see on this bright and sunny day! |
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| Which is appropriate - given that I am just a slave |
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| The finer things in life are not for a slave like me |
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| I'm trash, and must live down amongst the trash... |
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| ...lickshining the dirty shoes of my betters |
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| She temporarily stops licking her ice cream to inspect my tonguework on her sneakers below her |
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| 'Lick the side, slave!' |
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| Ms Mukta resumes licking the side of her ice cream whilst my menial mouth obediently licks the side of her sneaker |
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| She then, with her magnificent mouth full of ice cream, silently turns to leave me |
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| No words of thanks or gratitude emanate from her ice-cream-filled mouth |
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| Nor should they! I'm just a slave, and slaves should never be thanked |
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| She doesn't care about me... |
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| ...as evidenced by her choice of non-ice-cream-like summer socks! |
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| I watch admiringly her departing sneakers... |
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| ...her short black socks, sadly, obscured from my lowly view by her sneaker heels |
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| I'm sad, because I would still like to see her socks... |
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| ...even if they aren't very 'summery'! |
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| How different are our lifestyles - hers full of light, pleasure and joy; mine full of darkness, dirt and despair! |
