Second-Hand Boots

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam approaches me late at night from across the yard wearing a pair of tattered old, beat-up workboots. She teases me with them when she stops in front of me:

‘Hi sockieboy! How’s it hangin’? Do you like my new boots? They’re a bit scuffmarked, an’ that, but I think they really suit me, don’t you?’

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, this slave humbly opines that any boots would grace your feet and enhance your anbkle beauty, madam, since you are a goddess, madam, begging your female pardon for my footslavish forwardness, miss?’

‘Haha – you can give ‘em a quick lick and a shine, if you like, sockieboy?’

‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress Mukta madam!’

She then, gigglingly, shoves her right booted foot towards my menial mouth. I can smell the mustiness of the well-worn pair of, evidently, second hand boots – and taste that same mustiness as my tongue makes contact with the scuffmarked leather. The boot feels rough. But then, Ms Mukta is rough.

Or, at least, she can be, if she doesn’t get her way!

‘I wanna see my face in ‘em by the time you’ve finished, sockieboy!’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam!’

It’s an impossible task but, like I said, Ms Mukta is used to getting her way!

I wonder if she has borrowed the boots from her husband? They too seem overly big for her!

A smiling Ms Mukta madam walks gleefully towards my permanently confined face

She loves the fact that I am impotent, static and constantly in her power and at her mercy - as I am with all my customers!

Her scuffmarked boots stop directly in front of my face

Having mockingly asked me whether I like them, she then orders me to give them 'a lick and a shine'!

I desperately try to remove the worst of the ingrained scuffmarks with my leathery tongue...

...as Ms Mukta has informed me she wishes to be able to see her (exceedingly pretty) face in them!

If there's one thing Ms Mukta madam takes incredibly seriously, it's the lickshining of her boots!

'Lick harder, sockieboy! Make sure you get off all those scuffmarks!'

Ms Mukta, being a regular customer, knows me well

She knows I adore her SOCKS. Hence her disparaging slave-nickname for me!

I really am nothing more to her than her public bootlicker and sockieboy admirer!

I live up to my lowly nickname, and study her black cotton socktops whilst I lickshine her brown leather boots!


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