Delicacies

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!

As they approach me in my foothold cell, I can overhear Ms Mukta madam suggesting to her husband that they stop and use me

Sure enough, the happy couple's feet then head straight towards me

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?

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!

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!

The superb couple then continue on their way

I can hear, but not see, their triumphant chuckling above me as they depart

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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