Whenever Ms Mukta exits her home via the back passageway, her back-passageway footslave must perform the humbling rite of respectfully kissing her feet!
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| 'Kiss my feet, slavey!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam.' |
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| I lower my lips to her outsreteched, dirty sneaker-toe. As I do so, I get a good view of her plain grey SOCK! |
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| She deftly switches feet in front of my face: |
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| 'And the other one, feet slavey!' |
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| Just one kiss to each sneaker, and she turns her back on me and proceeds on her way... |
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| ...smugly jubilant at her female POWER and AUTHORITY over me! |
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| And rightly so! I bow my humble, feetkissing head in shame... |
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| ...behind her departing SOCKS |
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| I can't resist, however, looking up to the SOCKS - both literally and figuratively |
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| The SOCKS of a GODDESS |
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| A GREY-SOCKED suburban goddess, leaving her everyday home via her everyday back passageway |
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