‘Kiss my feet, slave, and don’t look up above my socks!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. I obey you, Ms Mukta madam. God
bless you, Miss.’
Even when normally friendly and chatty, regular customer
mistress, Ms Mukta madam, barks her orders down at me in a foul mood, her
sneakers and socks are still a joy to behold and to serve.
I, of course, am never permitted to be in a foul mood!
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‘Kiss my feet, slave, and don’t look up above my socks!’ |
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Ms Mukta's barked orders MUST be obeyed - and to the letter! |
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So what, if she's not in the mood for a pleasant conversation with me? |
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I'm not here to be her entertaining interlocutor - I'm just a feetkissing, public footslave! |
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The sock I must not look above |
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I err on the side of caution, looking only at the top of her sneaker |
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That's because, for all her apparent friendliness, I fear Ms Mukta madam - as I do all my customers! |
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They have such power over me |
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The power to have me WHIPPED... |
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...just because they are in a foul mood! |
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She leaves as surlily as she came |
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It's none of my business what is going on inside that magnificent mind of hers! |
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My only business to kiss feet and NOT look above sock! |
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Indeed, I have no business even thinking about my customers above their socks! |
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Their socks are my gods! |
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And Ms Mukta's socks are goddess socks! |
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Her SOCKS! Oh her SOCKS! |
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Ms Mukta's SOCKS! |