I am diligently tongue-cleaning regular customer Ms Mukta’s
sneakers when she leans down, points to her right sock and orders me to straighten
it with my fingers. She warns me not to touch her skin.
Needless to say, I regard it as a great honour to touch her
sock, and I gingerly, and respectfully, comply with her wishes.
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| Dutifully lickshining regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta's filthy sneakers |
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| 'Straighten my right sock, slave! Smooth out all the creases. And make sure you don't touch my skin!' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. I will be honoured to straighten your sock for you, miss.' |
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| I gingerly touch her right sock on her shapely ankle, in order to smooth out the unsightly and unwanted creases |
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| Meanwhile, Ms Mukta watches me like a hawk. She could, of course, simply lean down and pull up her own sock... |
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| ...but why should she go to all that bother when she has a slave down there who can do it for her? |
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| I must make sure not to touch her skin |
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| Slaves like me are never permitted to touch a customer's skin - only their shoes and socks! |
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| I focus intently on the menial task in hand... |
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| ...that of straightening another person's sock - a superior person |
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| I look up to the sock - both literally and figuratively... |
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| ...and I fear the sock, and what it might do to me if I inadvertently touch the accompanying leg! |
If my fumbling fingers do touch Ms Mukta's bare skin, I shall fully deserve to be punished. My well-being is unimportant. All that matters is the well-being of my customer's sock.
