True to her word, Ms Mukta comes back the following morning
to collect her husband’s SOCKS that I have been suckwashing overnight inside my
menial mouth. She puts them in a carrier bag and says she will let me know if
her husband Simon (‘master Simon sir’ to me) is satisfied with their
cleanliness (if he isn’t, I shall no doubt be WHIPPED!)
She then mockingly says she hopes her ‘hubby’s SOCKS’ haven’t
left a bad taste in my mouth? I humbly confirm to the mistress-madam that it
was an honour for the likes of me to suckwash her magnificent husband-sir’s
SOCKS, madam, and that any lingering taste of manly footsweat inside my mouth
is a taste fit for a footslave like me. I apologise to her if my breath smells
and ask her to thank her husband, my master Simon sir, for donating his DIRTY
SOCKS to my mouth for overnight suck-cleaning. She laughs at me, has me
kiss-respect her SNEAKERS, and heads off back to her apartment with her husband’s
freshly suckwashed SOCKS.
I humbly await my next customer of the new day, who happens
to be another bright and beautiful young woman wearing SNEAKERS and SOCKS.
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| Me humbly requesting regular customer Ms Mukta madam to thank her husband for letting me suckwash his dirty SOCKS in my menial mouth overnight |
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| Ms Mukta graciously agrees to do so and presents her own right SNEAKERED FOOT for respect- kissing by that same menial mouth! |
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| She looks down on me as she does so, her husband's SOCKWASHER! |
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| For my humble part, I contemplate Ms Mukta's own GREY SOCKS on her ANKLES... |
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| ...and wonder if they may be the SAME SOCKS she had on last night? |
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| If so, they too must surely be due a SUCKWASH? |
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| Sadly, I'll never know, as the SNEAKERS and SOCKS silently and dismissively turn their backs on me and walk away |
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| I make sure to keep my humble head suitably bowed in slavish awe and reverence behind them |
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| I do hope and pray that master Simon sir, Ms Mukta's husband, is satisfied with my suckwashing efforts on his SOCKS? |
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| Otherwise, I can no doubt expect severe punishment! |
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| As I watch Ms Mukta slowly disappear with the bag of SOCKS... |
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| ...I humbly prepare myself for a new day of serving the public's FEET |
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| I don't have long to wait until another beautiful young woman approaches me from across the yard |
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| I am gratified to note that, like Ms Mukta before her, she is wearing SNEAKERS and SOCKS... |
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| ...though these ones are pure WHITE! |
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| SNEAKERS and SOCKS are my bread and butter. I kiss more SNEAKERS than any other type of footwear! |
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| The WHITE SNEAKERS stop arrogantly in front of me, as if daring me to defy them, but say nothing! |
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| Then the RIGHT SNEAKER is unceremoniously shoved towards my waiting, menial mouth... |
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| ...followed swiftly by the LEFT. My new day of SNEAKER and SOCK servitude has begun! |
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