Sniff-cleaning Her Husband's Smelly, Used Loafers

Tonight, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam has brought me a 'treat' - her beloved husband's smelly, used loafer shoes for me to 'sniff clean'. She says she wants me to 'remove' all the stink from them by spending the night 'hoovering up' all her husband's stale foot and sock sweat smells from the insides of the shoes, and that she will come back to collect the shoes first thing in the morning. She warns me that if her husband's shoes don't smell 'as fresh as daisies' by the morning, she will have me WHIPPED!

She then orders me to praise her husband, and his shoes, and to express my slavish gratitude for the 'great honour' of sniff-cleaning his shoes - the shoes, as she puts it, 'of a much greater man' than me.

I humbly and willingly do so, since never a truer word was spoken. Ms Mukta's husband master Simon sir, whose shoes I have had to kiss whilst they are on his feet on many an ignominious occasion, is truly a magnificent man, being the chosen sexual partner of my regular customer-mistress, Ms Mukta. God bless master Simon, sir, and his smelly shoes! May his residual footsweat-stink find its way up my nugatory nose and into my brain, mistress, if it would be pleasing to you both, master and mistress please don't have me beaten mistress?

Ms Mukta chortles at me as I begin to audibly sniff the still-warm insides of her husband's well-used shoes!