Humiliating Honour (ii)

Tonight, Ms Mukta madam is bestowing upon me, her local public sockieboy-slave, yet another inestimable, but humiliating, honour – that of cleaning her husband’s dirty, used socks:

‘Sniff and mouth-clean my hubby’s dirty socks, sockieboy. They were on his feet all day today inside his shoes and require a good mouth-washing. Make sure all the sweat particles are either transferred up your nose or into your mouth, and that, sock slavey?’

‘Yeth, Mith Mukta madam. At oneth Mith Mukta madam’, I respond with a mouthful of brown mansock and a nose full of stale, manly footsweat!’

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam kindly bestows her husband's dirty SOCKS upon my nose and mouth!

'Make sure all the sweat particles are either transferred up your nose or into your mouth, and that, sock slavey?’

‘Yeth, Mith Mukta madam. At oneth Mith Mukta madam.’

Note how Ms Mukta is, wisely, protecting her hands from her beloved husband's footsweat with a pair of gloves!

The SOCKS I would much rather have up my nostrils and inside my mouth...

...the SOCKS of Ms Mukta herself!

But public sockieboy-slaves can't be choosers!

I should just be grateful that I am getting to taste and smell the socksweat of a much better man than me!

'Come on, sockieboy! Sniffy, sniffy. Suckie, suckie...

...clean my hubby's sockies!'

'That's right - take deep breaths, an' that!'

'You're just my husband's sockieboy!'

'Mmm, yummy!... Lots of nice sockie to taste and smell!'

'Mmmph...' is the only muffled response I can muster to Ms Mukta's merciless sock-teasing!

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