Radiant

The familiar figure of regular customer, local goddess-mistress Ms Mukta madam, ambles towards me from across the town square looking radiant and busily eating an ice cream. I haven't seen her for a while and am guessing that she may have been away somewhere on holiday?

I, of course, never get to go anywhere.

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam, looking radiant as ever, walks towards me this time with an ice cream in her hand

As she gets closer, I am gratified to observe that she is wearing her equally familiar DIRTY RED WHITE AND BLUE SNEAKERS and PLAIN, GREY SOCKS!

Said SNEAKERS and SOCKS pause knowingly in front of me in order to give me a good look at them...

...before their pretty wearer crouches down to my lowly level to mockingly enquire as to whether I am having a good day and to faux-ask me if I would like a lick of her ice cream?

Ms Mukta knows full well that, by Law, I must politely reject her kind offer and explain that I am not worthy to eat human food, being a mere slave madam?

She again feigns pity for me and sarcastically asks if I am permitted to lick her SHOES? Would I like to taste those instead, perhaps?

Again, I must give the answer I am legally required to give, and gushingly praise and bless my customer-mistress for her kind offer, stating that it would indeed be an honour for me to lickshine, and thus taste, her SHOES?

She laughs at me, stands up, and duly presents her DIRTY RIGHT SNEAKER to my menial mouth in an act of seeming female compassion and kindness

Her SNEAKERS taste vile, but I make sure to lick the dirtiest parts, as befits a lowly public footservant lickshining his customer's SHOES

After she has finished her ice cream, and after I have finished licking her SHOES, she crouches down once more to ask me to my confined face how I had liked it? Did her DIRTY SNEAKERS taste sweet enough to my slave tongue?

I humbly and respectfully reply that my menial slave mouth is now filled with the taste of her SNEAKERS which is a taste fit for a footslave's mouth, miss, and I thank Ms Mukta madam kindly for her kind gesture in letting me lick them

She laughs, turns her back on me, and casually walks away

I focus on the backs of her SOCKS

Oh how I wish I could have lick-tasted those too!

For Ms Mukta madam is a laughing, mocking, local goddess...

...a supreme being whom it is an honour for me to serve, and to taste where she has been


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