Ms Mukta and her husband, my master Simon sir, are getting
ready to go out:
'Shine your master Simon’s shoes, boy! I want to be able
to see your ugly face in them!’
‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam.
It will be my honour to tongue-shine your husband’s shoes, madam. Master Simon
sir is my master, madam!’
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| I diligently obey my mistress by tongue-shining her husband's shoes |
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| There is much work for my tongue to do... |
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| ...since master Simon's shoes are quite scuffmarked |
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| In the distance, I can see my mistress's already shiny shoes |
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| I would much rather be applying my tongue to them! |
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| But, for now at least, it is the master's manly shoes that require my slave-tongue attention |
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| At least I am getting a good view of my superior master's socks |
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| It is considered a privilege and an honour for a slave like me to be so close to a real man's socks! |
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| His socks are, after all, better than me! |
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| Every stitch in master Simon-sir's socks must be studied, admired and appreciated... |
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| ...whilst I use my tongue to create a humble mirror for my face in his shoes... |
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| ...in accordance with his wife's wishes! |
