‘Shine ‘em up, sockieboy! Lick off all the dirt. And DON’T
look at my socks!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. I mean, no Ms Mukta madam. I obey you, Ms Mukta madam!’
Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam always makes me
nervous with her incessant demands! I must say, though, she looks very fetching
in her winter attire!
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| ‘Shine ‘em up, sockieboy! Lick off all the dirt. And DON’T look at my socks!’ |
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| ‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. I mean, no Ms Mukta madam. I obey you, Ms Mukta madam!’ |
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| Mustn't stare at her sock! |
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| I am expressly female-forbidden to look at my pretty customer's SOCK! |
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| I therefore lower my gaze, unnatural though that is, to focus on the dirt I am licking! |
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| Dirty sneakers! Filthy sneakers! |
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| I am acutely aware that the wearer of the sneakers is watching me from on high like a hawk! |
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| MUST do a good job in tongue-shining Ms Mukta's sneakers! |
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| 'Lick round the inner side, stupid slave. Clean the whole shoe!' |
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| I apologise to customer-mistress Mukta for my slavish stupidity and immediately twist my neck around so that my tongue can reach the front, inner side of her sneaker |
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| I am well and truly tasting where she has been! |
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| But still, I MUST NOT look up at her SOCK! |
