Regular customers Ms Mukta madam and her husband, master
Simon sir, have arrived back from their two week holiday abroad, and Ms Mukta
is mocking me, asking me if I’ve missed them – and their shoes and socks? I, of
course, reply that I have indeed missed them and their shoes and socks, and
express my footslavish delight at their return, expressing the humble wish that
they both had a good time whilst on their holiday and that they are feeling
reinvigorated and refreshed.
Ms Mukta laughs at me and says they certainly are! She then
mockingly asks me what I’ve been up to whilst they were away, knowing full well
that I have been doing what I must always do – working hard kiss-respecting the
boots, shoes and sandals of my betters whilst admiring their socks.
She then gaily informs me that her husband Simon has brought
a suitcase full of their dirty, holiday shoes and socks for me to tongue-clean
overnight, and enquires as to what I should say to my master-sir? I humbly and
respectfully thank master Simon sir kindly for kindly bringing me his and his
wife’s dirty footwear, and pathetically confirm that I shall look forward to
tasting where they have been from the surfaces of their shoes and sandals and
to sucking the stale sweat out of their holiday socks.
Both mistress Mukta madam and master Simon sir laugh at my obsequiousness
and master Simon sir calls me a queer socksucker. I bow my pathetic, humble
head in shame and then kiss the happy couple’s feet as they present them to me
one at a time before leaving me with a pile of their dirty shoes, sandals and
socks to clean by mouth.
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Ms Mukta mocks me on her return from her holiday... |
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...before ordering me to kiss her boots |
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Her husband, my master Simon sir, enjoys watching my humiliation at his wife's booted feet |
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Her sock towers over my humble bootkissing head |
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I make sure my lowly lips embrace the scuffmarks on her well-worn boots |
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The boots smell musty and 'lived in' |
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Repeatedly, Ms Mukta switches her feet in front of my face |
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Meanwhile, I can humbly observe her husband's shoes and socks in the distance |
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I am very familiar with master Simon sir's socks, having observed them close-up on many occasions whilst kiss-respecting his feet |
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I fear master Simon sir, and his shoes and socks! |
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Nevertheless, I am genuinely looking forward to mouth-cleaning the suitcase full of his, and his lovely wife's, dirty holiday, shoes, sandals and socks! |