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.
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| Regular customer Ms Mukta madam, looking radiant as ever, walks towards me this time with an ice cream in her hand |
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| 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! |
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| Said SNEAKERS and SOCKS pause knowingly in front of me in order to give me a good look at them... |
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| ...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? |
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| 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? |
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| 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? |
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| 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? |
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| 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 |
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Her SNEAKERS taste vile, but I make sure to lick the dirtiest parts, as befits a lowly public footservant lickshining his customer's SHOES
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| 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? |
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| 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 |
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| She laughs, turns her back on me, and casually walks away |
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| I focus on the backs of her SOCKS |
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| Oh how I wish I could have lick-tasted those too! |
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| For Ms Mukta madam is a laughing, mocking, local goddess... |
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| ...a supreme being whom it is an honour for me to serve, and to taste where she has been |
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