Foul Mood Feetslave

‘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! 

‘Kiss my feet, slave, and don’t look up above my socks!’

Ms Mukta's barked orders MUST be obeyed - and to the letter!

So what, if she's not in the mood for a pleasant conversation with me?

I'm not here to be her entertaining interlocutor - I'm just a feetkissing, public footslave!

The sock I must not look above

I err on the side of caution, looking only at the top of her sneaker

That's because, for all her apparent friendliness, I fear Ms Mukta madam - as I do all my customers!

They have such power over me

The power to have me WHIPPED...

...just because they are in a foul mood!

She leaves as surlily as she came

It's none of my business what is going on inside that magnificent mind of hers!

My only business to kiss feet and NOT look above sock!

Indeed, I have no business even thinking about my customers above their socks!

Their socks are my gods!

And Ms Mukta's socks are goddess socks!

Her SOCKS! Oh her SOCKS!

Ms Mukta's SOCKS!


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