Clean My Hubby's Shoes, Slavey!

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam has brought me a wonderful present:

‘Clean my hubby’s shoes, slavey. Clean them inside and out! I wanna see all the dirt, sweat and grime removed from them before I take them back to him. If it helps, you can think about your master’s socks whilst he would have been wearing these shoes on his feet, and how there will doubtless be little pieces of stinky sock lint inside them for your tongue to find and for you to swallow. Also, study carefully the ingrained sweat stains inside the shoes. That should help you to identify those areas where you need to lick longest and hardest! Now thank me, and my husband your master sir, for bringing you his worn shoes for a good tongue-cleaning!’

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you mistress Mukta madam, God bless you and the master sir for letting me deep-clean his shoes with my unworthy tongue, madam. Praise be unto you both, madam, and unto the master’s shoes, mistress.’

I then hold my tongue whilst I obediently study the insides of the master’s shoes, before gingerly inserting said tongue deep down into one of the sweaty insides. It tastes vile. I’m not surprised mistress Mukta madam is wearing gloves in order to manoeuvre her husband’s stinky shoes in front of my confined face!

I hear her chuckle with laughter at my involuntary grimace as my tongue tentatively tastes the inside of her husband's shoe!

‘Clean my hubby’s shoes, slavey. Clean them inside and out!'

'I wanna see all the dirt, sweat and grime removed from them before I take them back to him!'

'Study carefully the ingrained sweat stains inside the shoes. That should help you to identify those areas where you need to lick longest and hardest!'

The shoes and socks I would much rather be thinking about and looking at!

The SHOES and SOCKS of Ms Mukta madam!

But she has decided her husband's shoes must take priority as far as my municipal tongue is concerned!

His SHOES are not just covered in dirt on the outsides, but are all sweaty and stained on the insides!

Therefore, her female SHOES and SOCKS shall just have to wait!

More's the pity!

Ms Mukta kindly guides my humble head down towards her husband's smelly, discarded shoes

His SHOE is well and truly in my FACE!

gingerly, I insert my tongue into the (still warm and moist) inside of the master's right shoe

It smells, and tastes, VILE!

But it MUST be cleansed. My mistress has commanded it!

I involuntarily grimace at the foul taste and smell of the inside of the master's shoe!

Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING! Having my mouth and nose pushed down into another man's SWEATY SHOE!

I almost wretch...

...much to my mistress's amusement!


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