Good For Her Soul

I often encounter local girl Ms Mukta madam when she’s out for her early morning run along the ‘toepath’ by the canal, where the authorities have placed me as a humble-head footslave.

Despite her desire to keep fit, she often stops by me for a breather and in order to have her feet kissed, which is good for her soul.

And for mine!

I hear the familiar early-morning footsteps of local girl Ms Mukta's running shoes along the toepath

I brace myself for a 'pit stop' as her shoes get ever closer to my face

Sure enough, they stop directly in front of my toepath face and kindly ask me how I am doing...

...before the right running shoe is ignominiously presented to my menial mouth for kissing

Ms Mukta madam is friendly, but not that friendly!

Like any customer, she, quite rightly, demands slavish respect from me

'Keep your eyes on the SOCK, slave!'

'I don't want you looking at me, or even thinking about me, above the SOCK!'

'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I mean, no mistress Mukta madam!'

Her SOCKS have me all of a fluster, given how wonderful they are!

If truth be told, I have no intention of looking at or thinking about my customer-mistress above the SOCK

I know my place, as she switches her feet in front of my face!

I make sure to humbly and respectfully look at Ms Mukta's BRIGHT RED SOCK...

...as she continues to observe me from on high, ensuring my slavish compliance with her will!

She then, silently, turns to leave me, jogging on

Our encounter has, no doubt, been good for her soul - reinforcing her sense of superiority over me

But, likewise it has been good for mine...

...reminding me of my humble place in life...

...which is at the feet of my betters!

I audaciously dare to look up at Ms Mukta's departing, SOCKED ANKLE

I can only ever aspire to be one of her SOCKS...

...warmly embracing her shapely FOOT and ANKLE!

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