Not Talking To Me

Sometimes, not even my own mistress Mukta madam can be bothered to talk to me as she uses me whilst egressing or entering her home. It's not that I have done anything to upset her; rather it's because I'm just such a routine feature of her daily life that she doesn't even give me a second thought as she subliminally stops for a few seconds in order to have me kiss-respect her ubiquitous DIRTY SNEAKERS beneath her equally ubiquitous PLAIN GREY SOCKS!

My mistress Mukta is heading out for the evening

She doesn't bother to acknowledge me, other than to routinely stop to have her FEET kiss-respected!

She has no need to talk to me. I'm just a thing that KISSES HER FEET!

I doubt she's even bothering to think about my humiliation beneath her. I'm sure she must have much more important things on her superior, female mind?

So, all I can do is humbly acknowledge her, and her greatness, by kissing her DIRTY SNEAKER-TOES...

...both of them!

I can also, of course, surreptitiously admire her SOCK!

I expect her SOCK is of more importance to her than I am...

...since it keeps her FOOT warm and cosy inside her SHOE?

For my humble part, I certainly envy the SOCK!

Unlike me, it gets to accompany its mistress's FEET wherever she goes!

No wonder she utterly despises me!

I am worth less than her SOCK!

That's why I must bow my humble head in shame at her SOCK'S departure, and longingly await its return!


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