Worshipping Session

Regular customer, Ms Mukta madam, often stops by me during her early morning jog in order for me to both verbally and physically worship her – verbally, by extolling her virtues as a local goddess; and physically through the abject and reverential kissing of her jogging sneakers.

It’s important that she should feel worshipped, since she is undeniably a superior being to me.

Local goddess-mistress Ms Mukta madam looks very fetching as she jogs towards me in her red and white tracksuit

She stops to do some stretching exercises, directly in front of my confined face!

She then graciously stoops down...

...and orders me to verbally worship her

'Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you, goddess-mistress Ms Mukta madam, truly you are a divine being, miss...

...your sneakers are divine, mistress madam...

...as are your socks, miss...

...as they are the sneakers and socks of a goddess, mistress madam, begging your forgiveness and understanding, miss?'

I must always apologise to a customer-mistress (or customer master-sir) for extolling their virtues. It's the Law!

'Kiss my goddess feet, slave!'

Next I must physically worship Ms Mukta madam, through the ordered kissing of her sneakered feet...

...before she jogs on, showing me a dirty pair of sneaker-heels!

She is right to feel good about herself...

...and proud of herself

For she has just had a lowly, public footslave reaffirm her goddesshood!

For my humble part, all I can do is worshipfully watch her divine sneakers and socks depart from my mortal presence...

...and wish that I could be worthy to be a speck of dirt stuck to one of the treads in her divine sneakers

The sneakers of a superior being - of a bright and beautiful, fit young woman in a tracksuit!


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