Early Morning Wake-Up Call

Every morning, regular as clockwork, regular joggers Ms Mukta madam and her husband master Simon sir, stop by me for a quick breather during their daily jog. Master Simon sir normally takes a refreshing swig from his water bottle, whilst Ms Mukta madam likes to have me kiss her feet.

They then resume their early morning jog, leaving me with a bad taste in my menial mouth - that of Ms Mukta's sneaker dirt and sweat. It sets me up for the day, though - a long day of kissing the passing public's feet!

Here they come, regular as clockwork - my early morning wake-up call!

They interrupt their jog for a breather, with Ms Mukta taking the opportunity to have her feet kissed

Her running sneaker tastes hot and sweaty

It thus sets me up for the day - a long day of kissing the public's dirty shoes and boots!

And staring at their SOCKS!

Master Simon sir's sneakers, regrettably, remain out of reach for my menial mouth

As is so often the case, it is the female who demands my slavish respect!

Women love having their feet kissed by a male slave...

...in my humble experience (of some 70 years!)

The happy, fit couple then resume their joint jog...

...leaving me behind in the dirt and the weeds

I contemplate my lowliness and prepare myself mentally for yet another day of such feetkissing humiliation!

Meanwhile, Ms Mukta madam , quite rightly, feels good about herself

As does master Simon sir, jogging next to his lovely wife!

I am reminded that I am fit only to bow my humble head next to their feet!

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