Regular customers Ms Mukta madam and her fabulous husband,
master Simon sir, have come to gloat over me prior to their departure on yet
another foreign holiday:
‘Kiss my wife’s boots, slave, and praise and bless her
for informing you of our imminent departure on holiday. Express your
disappointment at missing out on accompanying us as our footslave whilst we are
away on holiday, and express how much you will miss serving our shoes and
socks. Tell us how much you are yearning for our return, so that you can once
again kiss our feet!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once master Simon sir… Oh pray, Ms
Mukta madam, I kiss your boots, madam. God bless you and praise be unto you for
visiting me on the eve of your departure on holiday with your magnificent
husband, madam. Oh miss, truly I shall miss kissing your boots and admiring
your socks, madam, just as I shall miss the master’s shoes and socks, madam.
But I wish you both well on your well-deserved holiday, masters, and hope you
have a wonderful time. For my humble part, masters, I shall, of course, be
going nowhere, but, by Law, must stay here and kiss the feet of my betters in
my dirty alcove, masters, begging your pardons and forgivenesses, masters?
Otherwise it would indeed be mine humble honour to accompany you both on
holiday in my humble capacity as your personal footslave, masters, taking care
of your shoes and socks both on and off your feet, masters. But I can never be
good enough to serve you both in such a lofty capacity, masters, on account of
my being a mere public footservant, masters. I am fit only to kiss the feet of
my betters, masters, and must do so with humility and resignation. God speed
you both, masters, and I humbly yearn for your return so that I might taste
where you have been on your footwear, masters. I’m going nowhere, masters.’
Ms Mukta laughs at my obsequious response:
‘Haha, make sure you think only of my boots and socks
during you’re your downtime slave – when you are not actively kissing the boots
or shoes of another customer. Always remember that my boots and socks own you, as
you are my local sockieboy slave!’
‘Praise my wife’s boots and socks, sockieboy, and
acknowledge their ownership of you!’ chips in master Simon sir in his manly
voice, a voice that MUST be obeyed by an helpless slave such as myself:
‘Yes, master Simon sir. I obey you, master Simon sir… Oh
pray, mistress Mukta’s boots and socks, praise be unto you, boots and socks. Truly
you own me, mistress Mukta’s boots and socks, and I shall think only of you in
between my kissing of the boots and shoes of others, madams. For I am your humble
sockieboy, mistress Mukta’s boots and socks.’
The happy couple both laugh at me, before turning their
backs on me and heading off to finish packing for their overseas trip. I take
one last lingering look at my regular
customer Ms Mukta madam’s departing boots and socks. Pathetically, I am missing
them already!
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| ‘Kiss my wife’s boots, slave, and praise and bless her for informing you of our imminent departure on holiday.' |
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| The boots and socks I am going to sorely miss over the coming few weeks... |
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| ...The boots and socks of regular customer-mistress, Ms Mukta madam! |
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| I, literally, look up to her SOCKS! |
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| At the behest of her husband's SOCKS! |
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| Truly, I am this couple's sockieboy slave in all but name! |
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| To be the full-time servant of their SOCKS would be the ultimate, pathetic ambition for a mere public footslave like me! |
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| But, sadly, I must just make do with the occasional visit from their BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| They turn their backs on me and leave... |
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| ...laughing and gloating over me |
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| I take one last lingering look at Ms Mukta's fabulous SOCKS. The STITCHING! The CREASES! I am missing them already! |
