I have been waiting patiently throughout this long, hot summer’s day for a promised
appearance by regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, but it’s getting late
and there is still no sign of her. She had promised a couple of days ago that
she would visit me today in order that I might kiss her feet and admire her ‘sockies’,
but it is always a mistress’s prerogative NOT to show up. Besides, I’m sure she
has much more important things to be getting on with than visiting her local
public humble-head slave, being the busy married woman that she is.
Then, praise be unto her, just as I had given up hope, she goddess-like miraculously
appears as if out of nowhere, casually licking an ice-cream and wearing, appropriately enough,
nearly no-show SOCKS!
She faux-apologises for ‘being late’ before brusquely ordering me to
kiss-respect her sneakers and admire her ‘nice white sockies’. Both things I gladly
do!
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| A near miraculous appearance by goddess customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, eating an ice cream |
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| 'Kiss my feet, sockieboy, and admire my nice white sockies!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, goddess-mistress Ms Mukta madam. Praise be unto you, miss!' |
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| She seems unimpressed at my sycophantic words. And rightly so - for actions speak louder than words! |
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| I duly kiss-respect her outstretched SNEAKER and study its accompanying short white, nearly no-show SOCK! |
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| My humbling, restricted view of the SOCK |
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| Yet, if I really focus, I can still make out the differing patterns in the STITCHING of the SHORT SOCK |
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| Oh what an humbling honour! |
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| To kiss Ms Mukta's late-night SNEAKERS and study the tops of her SOCKS that have been on her feet all day! |
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| Her long shapely leg towers over my humble, footkissing head |
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| But I only have eyes for SOCK, as she continues to consume her ice cream high above me |
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| Oh to lick that CREAMY WHITE SOCK! |
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| To taste its salty, sweaty flavouring! |
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| So near, and yet so far! |
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| Her SOCK! Ms Mukta's SOCK! |
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| At least I'm now getting an eyeful of the SOCK I cannot taste! |
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| For when she switched feet in front of my face, her RIGHT SOCK is gloriously higher up her ankle than her LEFT SOCK had been! |
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| Not that the wearer of the SOCKS is even aware of their unevenness! |
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| She is too busy enjoying her ice cream, which she will not, of course, be offering to share with me! |
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| It is enough that goddess customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is sharing her SOCKS with me! |
I audaciously verbalise my slavish admiration for my pretty customer's SOCKS:
'Praise be unto your SOCKS, Ms Mukta madam. Oh how I admire your SOCKS, miss - the SOCKS of a GODDESS, miss, begging your female pardon and forgiveness miss Mukta miss?'
She laughs high above me, in between slurping on her delicious ice cream:
'Keep kissing my feet, sockieboy!'
'Yes, madam.'
