Lonely Toepath Footslave (v)
Ms Mukta madam is another regular customer to my lonely toepath face, and is by far the most chattiest – often mocking me for my lowliness and loneliness and threatening to invite her husband along for his feet to be kissed. For my humble part, I try to focus on my precious time with Ms Mukta madam and savour every sneaker-kissing moment.
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| Regular visitor Ms Mukta madam looks extremely fetching in her red-and-white-striped tracksuit |
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| I hear some of my fellow toepath-weeds being crushed by her SNEAKERS as she runs towards me |
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| Her SNEAKERS (and SOCKS) stop in front of me... |
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| ...and her RIGHT SNEAKER is then unceremoniously shoved onto my weedy face |
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| Ms Mukta madam likes to mock me whilst I kiss-respect her superior feet... |
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| ...calling me a 'pathetic weed' and threatening to bring her husband along some day for his feet to be kissed! |
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| Actually, I would deem it a lowly honour to kiss her manly husband's feet. I'm pathetic like that! |
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| I try to focus on Ms Mukta's SNEAKERS and SOCKS since my time with them is precious! |
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| I only wish I could spend more time with them. Indeed, all my time! |
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| All too soon, however, her SNEAKERS and SOCKS move on |
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| Their wearer no doubt looking triumphant high above me? |
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| And rightly so, for I'm just another weed at Ms Mukta's feet! |











