Occasionally, my regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam,
praise and glory be unto her, requires what she calls a ‘deep clean’ of her
sneakers, usually for the benefit of her beloved husband who hates seeing her
in dirty footwear!
Today she orders me to not only deep clean her sneakers, but
also to nose-straighten her socks. She wants her footwear to look perfect
for the better man in her life – esteemed master Simon sir, her spouse of many
years and a man whom I too greatly admire as he is the chosen sexual partner of
my equally esteemed, regular customer-mistress.
I promise Ms Mukta madam that I will do a good job, and
promptly get to work.
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| 'Deep clean my sneakers, sockieboy. Remove all the grime and gunk, and that, from the treads.' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Mukta masdam I will do a good job on your sneakers, madam. Master Simon sir shall be proud of you, madam.' |
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| I get to work with my experienced, footslave tongue - sprucing up Ms Mukta's filthy sneakers! |
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| 'Make sure you get out ALL the gunk, slave!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress.' |
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| The dirt is ingrained and tastes vile. But it is a taste suitable for a footslave's palate! |
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| Bits of dirt and grime are coming off the female shoes and into my menial, male mouth... |
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| ...where they should be! |
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| As always, I can't help but admire Ms Mukta's shapely socks as I lickshine her sneakers! |
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| I study, and admire, the lines of stitching in her soft, white socks |
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| I look up to the socks - both literally and figuratively! |
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| Ms Mukta's socks are my gods! |
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| Such a fetching complement to her red and white tracksuit bottoms! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the socks glowers down at me |
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| 'Now straighten out any wrinkles in my socks with your nose, sockieboy slave!' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam!' |
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| It's the order I have been waiting for - permission to touch SOCK! |
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| I smooth out the sock wrinkles with my otherwise nugatory nose |
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| To be so intimately close to my esteemed customer's sock is truly an honour! |
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| It means I can not only feel, but inhale the sock! |
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| This is a sock of greatness - the sock of another man's wife; a real man's wife! |
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'DON'T LOOK AT MY SKIN ABOVE THE SOCK, SLAVE!'
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I obey Ms Mukta and lower my eyes to the top of her sock whilst I am nosing it. Unlike her husband, I am not worthy to look at, or even
think about, Ms Mukta above the socks!
