Regular customer Ms Mukta madam has brought along her
husband’s shoes for me to lickshine for him:
‘Yo sockieboy, Simon has asked me to bring along his
shoes so that you can spruce them up for him with your tongue. Make sure you
get off all the ingrained dirt and grime, and that. He says he wants to be able
to see his face in them by the time you’ve finished!’
‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta
madam. It will be my great honour to clean master Simon sir’s shoes for him,
madam. My only regret is that I cannot do so whilst the master-sir is actually
wearing them, mistress, begging your female pardon and understanding miss?’
‘Yeah, unfortunately he’s too busy to come and see you in
person, since you’re just a common-or-garden sockieboy shoelick! So just
shut up and get on with it, slave. I haven’t got all day!’
‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. Apologies, mistress Mukta
madam.’
I shut up and start to lick. It is still a great honour for
the likes of lowly me to perform such a humiliating favour for master Simon
sir, even if he isn’t present.
His shoes smell musty and taste vile – the smells and tastes
of a real man’s shoes! Meanwhile, Ms Mukta gleefully looks down on me as I perform my humiliating favour for her beloved husband.
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'Yo sockieboy, Simon has asked me to bring along his shoes so that you can spruce them up for him with your tongue... |
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...Make sure you get off all the ingrained dirt and grime, and that.' |
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'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam... |
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...It will be my great honour to clean master Simon sir’s shoes for him, madam.' |
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It is, of course, a matter of regret that master Simon sir is not wearing his shoes whilst I lickshine them |
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But I have the next best thing, for I can smell the aroma of his footsweat and socks as I lick the outsides... |
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...the foot and shoe smells of a real man! |
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A man whom Ms Mukta madam loves and respects |
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A much better man than me! |
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What a humiliating honour for me! |
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Meanwhile, Ms Mukta looks gleefully down upon me... |
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...as I obediently lickshine her beloved absentee husband's used shoes. |