Ice Maiden

Tonight, regular customer Ms Mukta madam is in a frosty mood – as is her perfect, female right! When I seek to thank her for visiting me and to verbally praise her socks, she snaps down at me to ‘shut up’ and orders me to kiss her feet 100 times.

I shut up and obey my ice-maiden customer mistress.

The welcome sight of regular customer Ms Mukta madam approaching me on a cold and frosty night

'God bless you, Ms Mukta madam. And praise be unto your wonderful socks, miss!'

'Shut up, sockieboy, and kiss my feet! Kiss each foot 100 times!'

I obey, shut up, and start kissing feet

Her sock really is wonderful!

And, after 100 kisses to her right foot, when she switches to her left, I am gratified to see that her left sock is equally wonderful!

My humbling view of Ms Mukta's wonderful sock!

I focus my lowly eyes on her socks as I kiss her feet, for Ms Mukta madam is clearly in a frosty mood!

Best not to antagonise her by taking my eyes off her socks. I am a 'sockieboy slave' after all!

She glares down at me in stony silence - like an ice maiden!

I don't know, and don't need to know, the reason for her being in a bad mood. It's none of my damned business!

My only business is to serve her and to please her in whatever manner she prescribes

I am her local public footslave and she is better than me

I bow my public humble head respectfully behind her departing sneakers and socks

I wonder where her socks are off to now?

I wish I could follow them to heel...

...and/or be a fly on her socks!

Customer-mistress Ms Mukta's socks are my life!

I live for her SOCKS!

Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... Ms Mukta's, ice-maiden SOCKS!....

 

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