Ms Mukta mocks me – the drain slave – on a rainy day:
‘Haha, don’t you feel humiliated, slave? Don’t you feel
shame, being confined down in your dirty hole and having to lick the dirty
shoes and boots of passers-by? How do you feel about it, slave?’
I respond through a mouthful of Ms Mukta’s wet bootmud:
‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta
madam, power and glory be unto you most glorious Ms Mukta madam, this slave
does indeed feel shamed and humiliated, madam, on account of his being a mere
down-in-the-dirt slave, madam, begging your female pardon and understanding,
miss? Nevertheless, it is a great honour for a dirty slave like to taste the
mud from your glorious bootsoles, madam, if you would be so kind and
understanding to an helpless wretch beneath your boots, madam, please don’t hurt
me miss?’
She guffaws, and then slowly traces her dirty, rubbery bootsole down the
length of my upturned face. I kiss it, so that I might taste where she has been
on my lowly lips.
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| ‘Haha, don’t you feel humiliated, slave? Don’t you feel shame... |
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| ...being confined down in your dirty hole and having to lick the dirty shoes and boots of passers-by?' |
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| My merciless mocker's green rubbery wellington boots tower masterfully over my humble face |
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| Her white socktops are only just visible above the boots... |
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| ...but they too weigh heavily on my menial mind! |
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| I muffle my obsequious response to Ms Mukta madam through her BOOT TOE which is covering my mucky mouth |
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| As I kiss-respect her dirty, rubber bootsole I can simultaneously smell it! |
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| What an honour! What a privilege, for the likes of lowly me! |
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| To be down in the dirt, kissing the dirty, wet rubbery BOOT of one of my BETTERS! |
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| And SMELLING it! |
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| This is my lowly life, lying on my back in my dirty, public shame hole... |
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| ...and humbly serving the dirty BOOTS and SHOES of my superiors, in all weathers |
