Sitting Duck

Sometimes, whenever Ms Mukta is in a foul mood, she steps out into her back passageway in order to have a calming cigarette and to take out her frustrations on me - either verbally or physically, or both!

I am, of course, a sitting duck for her to take out her young-womanly anger upon, but tonight, mercifully, I am 'fortunate' in that it is just her verbal abuse that I must suffer as I humbly and terrifiedingly kiss her BLACK LEATHER BOOTS in the darkness!

'Kiss my boots, f***wit slave!... F***ing moron!'

'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam. Please don't hurt me, mistress?'

She angrily mimics my pathetic plea:

'Oh please don't hurt me, mistress!... F***WIT!'

She's right, of course. I am a 'f***wit'. And a frightened footslave!

Ms Mukta takes out her anger and frustrations on me, her back passageway footslave

'Kiss my boots, f***wit slave!... F***ing moron!'

One can only hope her late-night cigarette will help to calm her down?

Meantime, I obediently make sure to kiss her BOOTS - and to do so very well!

Better to KISS BOOT than be kicked in the face by BOOT!

I don't even stop to study her SOCK, as I would normally do!

The priority now is to seek to mollify Ms Mukta madam by fervently kissing her FEET!

It's my only defence against her WRATH, not that I am to blame for her foul mood (as far as I know?)

'F***ing kiss them very well, slave!'

Ms Mukta can swear like a trooper when she's in a bad mood!

She takes some more much-needed drags on her cigarette high above me...

...whilst I bow my humble head in abject fear and submission, and contemplate how great she is!


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