The dirty footoire slave is just another dirty humble-head slave - condemned to kiss his betters' dirty feet. Ms Mukta loves humiliating him!
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| Ms Mukta enters the dirty footoire booth and immediately starts mocking the footslave inside |
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| She twists her socked and loafered ankle in front of his face... |
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| ...and matter-of-factly informs him that he is going to kiss her feet! |
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| She's right, of course - for Ms Mukta's wish is a footslave's command! |
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| The slave studies his customer's sock more closely - especially the weave of the sock |
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| This is, after all, the sock of his better! |
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| for her part, Ms Mukta looks down upon the dirt at her feet |
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| His facial bruising amuses her - caused, no doubt, by a previous disgruntled customer? |
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| For now at least, Ms Mukta is satisfied with the footslave's respect and humility towards her feet |
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| This is what it's like to be a dirty footslave... |
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| ...this is your humbling view of your better's shoes and socks! |
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| No wonder she looks down upon you with contempt! |
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| Just a single stitch in her thick, woolen sock is worth more than you! |
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| The shoes ad socks turn their backs on the slave... |
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| ...and slowly walk way across the dirty, tiled floor! |
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| The slave watches the shoes he has just been respectfully kissing leave the premises... |
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| ...leaving him feeling used. And rightly so, for that is what he's there for - to be used! |
