My mistress Mukta explains to one of her male friends – a veritable
mountain of a man – that I am a nothing
and a nobody, and she kindly invites the man-mountain to step up to my face and
use me as he sees fit.
My mistress is correct, of course, and the master-sir is
equally correct to then make me kiss his superior feet!
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| Ms Mukta, quite correctly, introduces me as a 'nobody' to her man-mountain of a friend and invites him to use me |
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| The mountain of a master-sir has no hesitation in stepping up to my face and placing his FOOT beneath my mouth |
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| The two superior beings then look down upon me as I humbly and respectfully kiss the man's FOOT |
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| Or his BROWN LEATHER SANDAL-STRAP, to be precise... |
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| ...just above his HAIRY TOELINE! |
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| Meanwhile, the familiar SNEAKERS and SOCKS of my beloved mistress Mukta stand watching from a-near |
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| Oh how often I have KISSED THOSE SNEAKERS beneath those SOCKS! |
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| I reckon I know every NOOK, CREASE and CRANNY of my esteemed mistress's SOCKS! |
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| But this man-mountain's FEET are much less familiar... |
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| ...and the aroma of his MUSTY, BROWN SANDAL LEATHER assaults my nostrils! |
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| The master-sir switches his SANDALLED FEET in front of my face with a grace and dexterity that belies his bulk! |
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| I make sure not to look at him above the UPPER SANDAL STRAP, just as I never look my mistress above the SOCK! |
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