It’s late at night and regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta, looking
very fetching in her cut-off cargo pants it must be said, is introducing me to
her new neighbour, a certain Ms Angela madam – who looks equally fetching in
her pale grey and light blue tracksuit:
‘Slave, this is mine and Simon’s new neighbour Angela – ‘Ms
Angela madam to you’! You will kiss her feet and show her the same respect you
do to me and my hubby, is that clear?’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Indeed, Ms Mukta madam. Thank you
for introducing me to Ms Angela madam, mistress… Welcome to the neighbourhood,
Ms Angela madam. It will be my honour to serve you as your local, public
humble-head slave, miss.’
‘Step up to his face and have him kiss your feet, Angela.’
The new girl does just that and, as I pucker up my lowly
lips onto Ms Angela madam’s outstretched sneaker-toe, Ms Mukta continues to
explain how I work to her:
‘We call him ‘sockieboy slave’, because he’s obsessed by
his customers' socks! If ever your socks need straightening around your ankles,
Angela, just order him to straighten them with his big, ugly nose. And if he
fails to do it properly, you can have him WHIPPED!... Tell Angela what my hubby
Simon did to you the other week when you failed to straighten his sock
properly, sockieboy!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam… Oh pray,
Ms Angela madam, if you will forgive me Ms Angela madam, master Simon sir’s right
sock was wonky around his ankle whilst I was serving him, miss, and I failed to
notice it and offer to straighten it for him. Master Simon sir therefore, quite
rightly, reported me to the Municipal Authorities for neglect of my customer’s
sock, and I was temporarily taken out of my dirty alcove and sorely whipped,
madam, if it would be pleasing to you, Ms Angela madam?’
‘Haha, tell her how many lashes they gave you, sockieboy!’
‘Oh pray, Ms Angela madam, if it pleases you Ms Angela
madam, this slave was given 20 harsh lashes across his bare back and shoulders,
miss. The stripes still sting, miss, even though the whipping was several weeks
ago, miss. But I fully deserved it, miss. Master Simon sir’s socks, and your
socks, and all my customers’ socks, and their wellbeing, are more
important than my own wellbeing, miss, if you will pardon and forgive me, miss?’
Ms Angela madam giggles and switches her sneakered feet in
front of my face. Mercifully, Ms Mukta madam uses me too after Ms Angela madam
has finished with me, so I get to see both young women’s socks up close and
personal!
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| Ms Mukta introduces me to her new neighbour - my new customer - Ms Angela madam |
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| Ms Angela wastes no time in trying out for size my menial, municipal mouth on her sneaker-toe |
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| And her other sneaker-toe! |
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| Kissing a girl's sneakers down amongst the other weeds |
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| I'm garbage! I'm trash! |
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| Oh how lowly and dominated I have become... |
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| ...a mere kisser of feet and occasional nose-straightener of socks! |
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| Thankfully, Ms Mukta takes her tirn on my mouth |
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| I say 'thankfully' because her sneakers and socks are looking particularly fetching tonight! |
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| Grey sock has replaced white sock... |
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| ...and dirty sneakers have replaced (relatively) clean ones! |
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| I hear the two young women discussing me and laughing at me high above me... |
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| ...before they turn to abandon me... |
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| ...hopefully not for good, and only until next time! |
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| My fate is in their pretty heads! |
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| I lower my humble head in shame behind their departing footwear |
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| I am not worthy to look at either of them above the sock! |
