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! |