Running Mistress

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam – fit and lithe young woman that she is – has taken up running. It is my privilege to kiss-respect her running shoes every morning during her training session, by way of humbly acknowledging her undeniable physical, intellectual and moral superiority over me.

Ms Mukta looks particularly fit and lithe as she jogs towards me in her running gear

She stops to ask me if I like her red socks?

I, of course, humbly confirm that I do!

She then kindly orders me to kiss her feet, presenting first her right foot on the footblock in front of my face

Ms Mukta is a regular customer, but kissing her running shoes is a particular honour!

Especially in the face of such fabulous SOCKS!

I can't help but notice a CREASE in her SOCK

If anything, it makes her RED SOCK even more appealing!

My close-up view of Ms Mukta's SOCK CREASE

To my eternal shame, I also notice a bandaid on my customer's leg

It's shameful on my part, because I am forbidden BY LAW from looking at my customers above their ANKLES!

Fortunately for me, Ms Mukta appears not to notice my wanton, slavish indiscretion!

She merely switches feet again beneath my face

'Concentrate on looking at my SOCK, sockieboy!'

'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress.'

Maybe she had noticed the straying of my lowly eyes up to her bandaged shin, after all?

Whatever, I must now keep my eyes obediently fixated on her SOCK, as my municipal mouth continues to taste RUNNING SHOE

I must focus my menial mind on the SOCK, the WHOLE SOCK, and NOTHING BUT THE SOCK!

Suddenly, as suddenly as she came, Ms Mukta turns her back on me and jogs off!

Feeling triumphant, no doubt?

Given that she has just humiliated me with her RUNNING SHOES and SOCKS?

i continue to obsessively look at her SOCK

The SOCK of a fit and lithe GODDESS!

Oh, if only I had the strength and the freedom to follow those CREASED, RED SOCKS to heel!

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