Familiar visitor to my face, Ms Mukta madam, approaches me
late one evening for a footkissing session. She orders me to kiss each of her
feet 1000 times and emphasises that I must study her socks whilst I am doing
so. She then presents her sneakered feet to me one at a time, starting with her
right foot. It is my responsibility to internally count the number of
kisses to her right foot, and to politely request her to switch her feet in
front of my face when the target of 1000 kisses has been met. Simultaneously, I
must endeavour to mentally count the number of visible stitches in her right
sock. The process is then repeated for her left sneaker and sock.
That’s the way regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam
likes things done.
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| Regular customer Ms Mukta madam often visits me late of an evening for her sneakers to be kiss-respected |
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| Even on her approach towards me, I can see that she is wearing her fabulous, plain grey SOCKS inside her sneakers! |
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| The familiar sneakers and socks stop dominantly in front of my face |
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| 'Kiss my feet 1000 times each!', barks Ms Mukta's dominant voice, as her right sneaker is deftly pointed to my menial mouth |
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| I focus my lowly eyes on the visible area of her SOCK, as I know Ms Mukta would expect me to study it, out of respect for her SOCK, as I repeatedly kiss her dirty sneaker-toe |
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| Kissing feet and admiring SOCKS. It's what I do! |
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| Meanwhile, Ms Mukta silently looks down on me and despises me. It's what she does! |
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| And rightly so, for, as she switches her sneakered feet in front of my face, we both know I'm just a pathetic, public feetkisser! |
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| A down-in-the-dirt kisser of strangers' feet (as well as the more familiar feet of my regulars!) |
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| I contemplate my lowliness as I pay labial homage to my esteemed customer's sneaker dirt... |
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| ...and pathetically imagine what it would be like to be a humble stitch in her SOCK! |
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| Absorbing her divine footsweat into the very fibre of my being! |
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| I'm truly pathetic like that! |
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| Just as Ms Mukta madam, the wearer of the SOCK I so crave to be a part of, is truly MAGNIFICENT! |
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| She has every right to look down upon me... |
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| ...and to have me kiss her feet to order! |
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| 2000 feetkisses later, she silently turns her back on me and begins to walk away |
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| No need to thank me, or congratulate me, on my humble lip-work on her shoes |
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| Indeed, Ms Mukta's current thoughts are most probably focused on how SUPERIOR she is to me? |
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| And rightly so, for she is a superior being to me, whose dirty sneakers I am only fit to kiss |
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| I keep my public humble head bowed in shame behind her departing sneakers and socks... |
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| ...as befits a slave |
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