It’s early evening, and regular customers, Ms Mukta madam and
her husband master Simon sir, have come to visit/mock me in my public foothold
on their way to the nearby local restaurant. The only delicacies I shall be
tasting this evening are the dirt stains from their SHOES!
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| As they approach me in my foothold cell, I can overhear Ms Mukta madam suggesting to her husband that they stop and use me |
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| Sure enough, the happy couple's feet then head straight towards me |
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| Ms Mukta, as is her wont, kindly explains to me that she and her husband are on their way to a local restaurant for a slap-up meal, and she mockingly asks me if I'm hungry, and would I like a taste of their SHOES? |
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| Without waiting for me to reply (for I'm just a dumb footslave) she then shoves her dirty-sneakered foot up to my confined mouth. I can just make out some CREASES in her SOCK! |
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| Her husband then takes his manly turn to give me a taste of his dirty loafer-leather! I can see the very TOP of his SOCK! |
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| The superb couple then continue on their way |
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| I can hear, but not see, their triumphant chuckling above me as they depart |
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| All I can see through the bars of my public foothold-cell is their FEET. What an honour to have the lingering taste of those SHOES in my menial mouth! |
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