On a damp and dreary night, I am grateful for regular patron Ms Mukta madam's humiliating company!
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| Regular patron Ms Mukta madam, protected from the rain by her umbrella, kindly approaches me on a damp and dreary night |
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| She mocks me by asking me how I am looking it - getting soaked in the rain - and then listens triumphantly as I obsequiously thank her for her kind presence on such an inclement night |
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| She then, as is her female wont, presents her right sneakered foot to my face for respect-kissing |
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| I kiss the rain-dampened sneaker... |
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| ...hoping aginst hope that her sock will still be dry and comfortable on her foot inside her shoe! |
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| For no customer-mistress should have to walk around in damp socks! |
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| I look up to Ms Mukta's socks. I always do! |
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| Her white socks are symbols of her female power and authority over me |
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| She knows it... |
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| ...and I know it! |
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| She kindly switches feet in front of my feckless, damp-feet kissing face... |
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| ...before silently, and sympathetically, turning to leave me... |
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| ...content in her rainy-night humiliation of me! |
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| I ponder the magnificence of her departing shoes and socks... |
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| ...the shoes and socks of a superior young woman... |
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| ...my god, my mistress! |
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| If I could, I would serve Ms Mukta's shoes and socks, exclusively, all my lowly life! |
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| I feel so dirty, being a public footslave for everyone and anyone who wishes to use me! |
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| Oh to be the devoted and loyal personal shoe and sock slave of divine Ms Mukta madam! |
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| But it can never be - I'm just a public humble-head... |
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| ...condemned to serve Ms Mukta's sneakers along with all the other boots, shoes and socks of my betters |
