Ms Mukta's Mischievous Mood

Oftentimes, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is in a mischievous mood when she visits me. Instead of getting straight down to business and having me kiss-respect her feet, she will toy with me and tease me, asking me silly questions about whether I like her SOCKS? Or, have I missed her SOCKS? Such questions are 'silly' only because the answers are obvious - of course I have missed her SOCKS. Ms Mukta madam knows full well that her SOCKS are my life, and are way more important to me than all of my other customers' SOCKS put together, as they are her SOCKS, on her feet, and she is GODDESS!

Sometimes, if she is in a particularly mischievous mood, she might even deny me the sight of her SOCKS, temporarily at least! Tonight, for example, she begins my torment by resting her right, SNEAKERED and SOCKED foot on top of my humble head, and pressing down on it, mockingly asking me if I can feel the weight of her RIGHT SOCK, even though I can't see it?

All Ms Mukta's mocking and sarcastic questions must, by Law, be dignified with obsequious and polite responses. I therefore confirm to Ms Mukta madam tonight that:

a) I do indeed like her SOCKS - all of her SOCKS - if she would be so kind and understanding, madam?

b) I have very much missed her SOCKS, mistress madam, begging her and her SOCKS' forgiveness, madams

c) Yes, I can feel the weight of her RIGHT SOCK bearing down on my humble head, miss, yearning to see it, mistress madam, if the mistress would be so kind, miss?

Ms Mukta, kind and sweet-natured young woman that she is, eventually relents and adopts the usual posture of a superior customer having their feet kissed, stretching out her right foot on the dirty ground immediately in front of my menial mouth and ordering me to kiss her dirty SNEAKER-TOE. Mercifully, I now get to see the SOCK that has been tormenting me by applying its female foot pressure onto the top of my old slave head. And when Ms Mukta deftly and expertly switches her sneakered feet in front of my face, I even get to see a sliver of her hitherto hidden LEFT SOCK!

She laughs at my evident enthusiasm for her SNEAKERS and SOCKS, before she and her SOCKS turn their backs on me to triumphantly walk away from my feetkissing face! I only wish I could follow those fabulous female SOCKS to heel, and become their full-time and permanent, devoted SERVANT. If I were the full-time slave of Ms Mukta's SOCKS, no STITCH would be left unturned or unworshipped; no CREASE would be left unsmoothed by slave nose; and no SWEAT molecule would be left unsucked!

But, sadly, I can never be good enough to be Ms Mukta's personal SOCKSLAVE. And so, all I can do is eagerly await her next humbling visit, and hope that she will be in a less mischievous mood, so that I can get to spend more of our precious time together actually studying her SOCKS!

Ms Mukta approaches me late at night in one of her mischievous moods

She stops to sarcastically ask me if I have missed her SOCKS?

She then, even more sarcastically, places her right sneakered foot on top of my humble head...

..and gigglingly asks me if I can feel the WEIGHT of her SOCK bearing down on me?

Her SNEAKERED and SOCKED foot forces my feckless face down into the weeds that surround it

And I do indeed feel the WEIGHT of her RIGHT SOCK!

A SOCK I am yearning to see in all its plain grey glory!

Meanwhile, her LEFT SOCK on her left foot is sadly not visible to me, on account of her left sneaker being covered by her blue denim jean hem

I humbly and respectfully confirm to Ms Mukta and her SOCKS that I have indeed missed them...

...that I can feel the weight of her RIGHT SOCK...

...and that I am yearning to see it, madam...

...if madam and her SOCK would be so kind, miss?

Ms Mukta relents and removes her right sneakered foot from the top of my head, placing it instead in front of me...

...so that I might kiss it!

NOW I get my longed-for, close-up and intimate view of her RIGHT SOCK!

My hungry eyes drink in the SOCK...

...as my menial mouth tastes Ms Mukta's everyday sneaker dirt!

Truly, I must look and feel pathetic to her!

She continues to laugh at me and mock me as I kiss her feet!

I now get a view of her LEFT SOCK!

Again, I drink in its GREY STITCHES...

...the STITCHES of an everyday GODDESS'S everyday SOCK!

All too soon for my lowly liking, the SOCKS turn their backs on me and start to walk away!

Ms Mukta can feel justifiably proud of herself. Mission accomplished! Slave humiliated and SHOES and SOCKS duly worshipped!

I bow my humble head in respectful shame behind Ms Mukta's departing sneakers, her dirty-sneaker DNA still lingering on my lips

I audaciously glance over at the backs of her departing SOCKS!

Oh to leave these other weeds behind and follow those SOCKS to heel!

SOCKS, you own me. Oh pray, sweet SOCKS, take me with you, I implore you. I will be a good slave to you, Ms Mukta's SOCKS!