First Customer Of The Day

My first customer of the day is often regular customer, Ms Mukta madam during her early-morning jog. Despite being a smoker, Ms Mukta madam likes to keep fit. And who could argue that she isn't extremely fit? It is a privilege for my menial mouth to wake up to her running shoes first thing in the morning.

Jogger Ms Mukta madam is oftentimes my first esteemed customer of the day

I am a very lucky slave to have her fit running shoes to wake up to of a morning!

She appears to have grazed her shin and her knee, but I dare not enquire about that...

...lest I be accused of slavish impertinence, and sorely WHIPPED!

Besides, my only business is with her FEET and FOOTWEAR!

I must kiss-greet them, down amongst the weeds!

Ms Mukta, meanwhile, takes a noisy swig out of her water bottle. What differing tastes our mouths are experiencing!

'Kiss my shoe very well, slave. And DON'T look above the SOCK!'

'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I mean, no mistress Mukta madam.'

Ms Mukta always makes me nervous

You never quite know what sort of mood she will be in?

Kind? Or cruel?

Always best, therefore, to show her the utmost footslavish respect...

...and to keep one's lowly eyes respectfully glued to her SOCKS!

And very nice SOCKS they are too - bright red SNEAKER SOCKS...

...with CREASES to study and admire!

Creases caused, no doubt, by her running exertions, and the consequent SOCK SLIPPAGE caused by her sweat?

It's a humbling thought!

All too soon for my lowly liking, her 'pit stop' is over...

...and she silently turns her back on me in order to resume her morning jog

Now all I can do is study the backs of her running shoes

And wish that I could accompany them to heel...

...if only I were fit enough!

As it is, all I can do is look longingly at the DIRT stuck to her SHOESOLE. I haven't had any breakfast yet!


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