Putting Me In My Lowly Place

Fabulous regular customer, Ms Mukta madam, often visits me on her way home from work. This evening she well and truly puts me in my lowly place:

‘I’m meeting up with my hubby in a few moments, slavey, so make sure you make my shoes nice and shiny for him. Also, straighten out any creases in my socks with your nose as they’ve been on my feet all day!’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. Are you and your husband going anywhere nice, madam?’

Her fickle, seemingly cheery female mood quickly changes to one of utter young-womanly disgust and contempt for me:

‘Remember your place, slavey! You’re only allowed to talk about my shoes and socks or my husband’s shoes and socks. You have no business asking about anything else!’

It’s a stinging reprimand, but one I fully deserve. I apologise most profusely to customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam for my impertinence and for momentarily forgetting my lowly place:

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. Pray forgive me, Ms Mukta madam. Oh beg, madam! Please don’t have me beaten, miss?’

‘Tccchhhh!’

She sucks her teeth disapprovingly down at me and thereafter sits in stony silence as I obediently tongue-shine her shoes and nose-straighten her socks for the benefit of her superb husband, my superior master-sir. 

I'm delighted when I see the familiar, office feet of regular customer Ms Mukta madam stepping up onto the shoelick chair

'I’m meeting up with my hubby in a few moments, slavey, so make sure you make my shoes nice and shiny for him... 

...Also, straighten out any creases in my socks with your nose as they’ve been on my feet all day!’

Her mood, understandably, seems cheery and excited about her forthcoming rendezvous with her beloved husband

'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. Are you and your husband going anywhere nice, madam?’

I ask my unintentionally impertinent question immediately before I begin to obediently lickshine her shoe...

...and study her sock for creases, as per Ms Mukta's orders

But I have foolishly angered her!

‘Remember your place, slavey! You’re only allowed to talk about my shoes and socks or my husband’s shoes and socks!'

She glowers down at me disapprovingly

'You have no business asking about anything else!... Tccchhhh!’

I apologise most profusely for my uppitiness towards my superior customer-mistress, as a real man passes by...

...and promptly focus on the humble, not to say humiliating, tasks I am slavishly faced with

Those of lickshining her superior SHOES...

...and nose-smoothing her superior SOCKS. Truly, fabulous Ms Mukta madam has once again put me in my lowly place!