Regular customer Ms Mukta madam always likes to give me very
specific orders:
‘Clean both my shoes, slave. Begin with the soles and
make sure you lick out all the dirt I’ve been walking in from the treads. Then
move on to the uppers in my shoes, including the laces, and suck off all the
ingrained dirt. Begin with my left shoe before you move on to my right. I want
to see my sneakers shining and to be able to see my face in them! Then examine
my socktops above my shoes. If you see any creases or folds in them, smooth
them out with your nose. Also, I want both my socks to be nice and even on my
ankles. But don’t look at me above my socks, or even think of me above my
socks. And no talking, slave. Just working!’
Because I have been forbidden to speak, I am unable to
verbally acknowledge Ms Mukta’s orders. But I obediently get straight down to work on her
left sneaker-sole with my tongue, and thus taste where she has been. A simultaneous,
initial inspection of her plain grey left socktop suggests that it is smooth
and creaseless, but I shall, of course, have to compare it later with her right
socktop to make sure both her socks are straight and even on her ankles, in
accordance with her very specific instructions!
Meanwhile, Ms Mukta watches me work in haughty silence – as befits a
superior customer observing a footslave at work on her footwear.
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A familiar pair of feet climb up onto the public shoelick-chair of power in front of me |
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An equally familiar voice - that of regular customer Ms Mukta madam - barks down very specific orders at me |
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I immediately start to obey those orders to the letter... |
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...humbly tasting where Ms Mukta has been... |
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...whilst examining her plain, grey socktop for any creases or unevenness |
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On first visual inspection, the sock appears straight and even |
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Meanwhile, customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, quite rightly, looks down haughtily upon me from on high |
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I am under instructions not to think about her above her shoes and socks. Her shoes and socks are my only business |
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As I lickshine dirty sneakers and study grey socktop, normal life goes on all around me |
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Nobody bats an eyelid at my public humiliation. This is an everyday sight in the Gynarchy - a public footslave at work! |
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Meanwhile my own eyelids are very much focussed on my customer's sock |
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I must make sure both her socks are even with one another |
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In my peripheral vision, I am aware of a man - a real man - walking past us |
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You'd never catch him having to lickshine a girl's dirty sneakers... |
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...or study her socks! |
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But this is my lowly world - the sock and shoe-dominated world of a public footslave! |
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I live to please my customers' shoes and socks! |
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Their shoes and socks are more important than me |
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I'm just a slave! |
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A down-in-the-dirt-on-his-knees, shoelicking, sock-admiring slave... |
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...looking up at my betters' socks! |