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!’
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| Regular customer Ms Mukta madam kindly bestows her husband's dirty SOCKS upon my nose and mouth! | 
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| 'Make sure all the sweat particles are either transferred up your nose or into your mouth, and that, sock slavey?’ | 
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| ‘Yeth, Mith Mukta madam. At oneth Mith Mukta madam.’ | 
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| Note how Ms Mukta is, wisely, protecting her hands from her beloved husband's footsweat with a pair of gloves! | 
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| The SOCKS I would much rather have up my nostrils and inside my mouth... | 
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| ...the SOCKS of Ms Mukta herself! | 
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| But public sockieboy-slaves can't be choosers! | 
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| I should just be grateful that I am getting to taste and smell the socksweat of a much better man than me! | 
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| 'Come on, sockieboy! Sniffy, sniffy. Suckie, suckie... | 
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| ...clean my hubby's sockies!' | 
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| 'That's right - take deep breaths, an' that!' | 
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| 'You're just my husband's sockieboy!' | 
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| 'Mmm, yummy!... Lots of nice sockie to taste and smell!' | 
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| 'Mmmph...' is the only muffled response I can muster to Ms Mukta's merciless sock-teasing! |