Limbering Up

It’s early morning and the sun has not yet risen, but a jaunty Ms Mukta madam is already out for her early-morning jog. Fortunately for me, my face is awake to greet her, as she stops to perform her limbering-up exercises directly in front of it. I must stare at her running sneakers and socks as she does so, observing the creases and folds coming and going in her socks as she stretches her ankle muscles.

‘Morning, sockieboy! You ready to start kissing feet?’

‘Good morning Ms Mukta madam. Yes, indeed, mistress madam, if it so pleases you, Ms Mukta madam?’

It’s not every customer that I can get away with such familiarity and seeming footslavish impudence, but regular customer Ms Mukta madam is, generally speaking, a sweet and kind customer-mistress!

She duly presents me with her right sneaker for respect-kissing and my lowly lips get their first taste of female footwear for the day.

After I have kissed both her sneakers several times, she kindly criticises me:

‘You’ll have to kiss better than that, sockieboy, if you’re to be pleasing to your customer mistresses and masters today!’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Sorry, Ms Mukta madam. I will try harder, miss?’

I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong, but a customer is always right, so apologising for my poor performance is the only legitimate response I can give. I would love to be able to quip that I am just ‘limbering up, mistress’, but I know better than to push the boundaries of my familiarity with Ms Mukta madam beyond that which she would deem acceptable. It is not a slave’s place to try to be witty or to tell jokes.

She says nothing more as she resumes her jog, leaving, no doubt, with a smile of female triumph upon her pretty face? If so, she has every right to feel smug and self-satisfied, for she has once again demonstrated her superiority over me, and put me in my place, without being unnecessarily cruel or lacking in compassion.

Such a wonderful goddess-mistress! Truly, it is always an honour for the likes of lowly me to serve her at her feet!

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam looks resplendent in her familiar red and white tracksuit as she jogs towards me

As per usual, she stops directly in front of my confined face to perform her early-morning limbering-up exercises

All I can do at such times is humbly study at close quarters the creases in her SOCKS caused by her foot movements

It is not a slave's place to initiate a conversation with a superior customer master or mistress

Not even one as friendly and informal as Ms Mukta madam!

‘Morning, sockieboy! You ready to start kissing feet?’... Yes, indeed, mistress madam, if it so pleases you, Ms Mukta madam?’

Pleasantries over, we get down to the serious business of me kiss-respecting her jogging sneakers...

...and studying her SOCKS at even closer quarters!

Ms Mukta madam always kindly switches her feet in front of my face, to give me a close-up and personal experience of BOTH her feet!

Not that she's doing it out of kindness towards me

She's doing it because she, quite rightly, regards herself as a superior being who deserves to be worshipped by the likes of lowly me!

Even an alien from outer space would recognise the veracity of that last statement!

After all, Ms Mukta is the one who has freedom of movement...

...the freedom to run and jog and to place her sneakered feet in front of my confined and immovable face!

I'm going nowhere!

And never will!

'You’ll have to kiss better than that, sockieboy, if you’re to be pleasing to your customer mistresses and masters today!’

It's a stinging criticism from a superior being whom I only wish to please...

...but Ms Mukta madam is right to rebuke me, for I can never live up to her high standards!

She is better than me in every way, and I am not even fit to breathe in the same air as her SOCKS!

I bow my humble head in shame, and resolve to try harder and do better the next time she kindly condescends to visit me!