I admire and appreciate a customer master or mistress who really knows what they want, and regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is one such customer:
'Lickshine my shoes, slavey, and make sure you get off all the gunk and grime, and that. And when your face gets close to my SOCK, study the lines of stitching in it.'
'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I hear and obey you, mistress Mukta madam. God bless you, mistress.'
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| 'Lickshine my shoes, slavey, and make sure you get off all the gunk and grime, and that... |
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| ...And when your face gets close to my SOCK, study the lines of stitching in it.' |
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| 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I hear and obey you, mistress Mukta madam. God bless you, mistress.' |
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| I get down to work as customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam gets down to catching up with her text messages |
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| She knows she can relax now that she has haughtily barked her crystal clear orders down at me |
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| For she knows that, in addition to my now knowing her exact requirements... |
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| ...I wish only to please her, as I taste where she has been! |
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| As my slave tongue slowly makes its way up the front of her DIRTY SNEAKER, I obediently study her SOCK... |
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| ...and the fabulous lines of STITCHING in it! |
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| Oh how I look up to Ms Mukta's SOCKS - literally so! |
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| Her SOCKS are my life! |
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| And she knows it! |
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| I suspect it amuses her that her SOCKS give her such POWER over me? |
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| But then, what do I know? I'm just a pathetic footslave! |
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