My Favourite Foothold Customer

Allow me to introduce you to one of the most regular customers to my foothold cell – local goddess-mistress Ms Mukta madam. Even though she is married to a truly magnificent man, master Simon sir, who is also a frequent customer of mine, Ms Mukta madam often finds the time to visit me late at night before she retires to bed with her handsome husband in their nearby rented apartment.

Ms Mukta’s sneakers are invariably filthy – and unashamedly so. In fact, she seems to positively revel in shoving her dirty sneakers onto my menial mouth either for a tongue-cleaning or, more often (because she doesn’t much care about the dirt on her sneakers) for a simple respect-kissing.

I also like and admire her because, unlike the vast majority of my customers, she sometimes physically crouches down to my lowly level, if only to mock me to my face. She has nicknamed me her ‘sockieboy’, because of my obsession with her SOCKS (and, indeed, with SOCKS of all my customers). Furthermore, despite knowing full well that I particularly admire a patterned SOCK on a customer’s foot or ankle, Ms Mukta seems to have a penchant for wearing PLAIN GREY SOCKS most of the time – as if to add insult to injury; the injury of my having to look at, but not being permitted to touch, her superb SOCKS, even if they are plain and grey. There is still, of course, fantastic STITCHING to admire in the GREY SOCKS, and CREASES to count!

Tonight is one of those nights when, in a mischievous mood, she crouches down to mockingly and sarcastically ask me if I have had a good day? Did I see any nice ‘sockies’, and, if so, were they even ‘nicer’ than her SOCKS?

Ms Mukta knows full well, of course, that I am forbidden by law to judge anyone’s SOCKS, and must slavishly respect and admire the footwear styles and choices of all my esteemed customers, including hers.

I am therefore slavishly obliged to dignify her sarcastic question with a sincere and honest response, humbly confirming that I have indeed been blessed with the sight of many SOCKS during the course of my humble day, both male and female socks if it pleases her madam, but that none of those superb SOCKS weigh more heavily on my menial mind than her SOCKS are doing right now, miss, on account of their great beauty, miss, if she would be so kind and understanding mistress please don’t beat me mistress?

Ms Mukta just laughs out loud at me, as is her wont, before standing up straight again and proudly presenting me with her filthy sneaker-toes for respect-kissing. I make a point of focusing my lowly eyes on her SOCKS, as befits a public footservant serving his ‘favourite’ customer-mistress! 

In the silence of the night, the familar sneakered feet of regular customer Ms Mukta madam head towards me

They stop just outside my public, foothold cell, as if to gloat over me

But the gloating really starts when divine Ms Mukta crouches down to my lowly level in order to verbally mock me and to taunt me about her SOCKS!

She then stands up straight again in order to present me with her filthy, right sneaker for respect-kissing...

...swiftly followed by her equally soiled left sneaker!

I take the humbling time, while I'm kissing her feet, to study customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam's DARK GREY SOCKS!

Still audibly laughing at me, Ms Mukta then turns her back on me and walks away, leaving me to rot in my ankle-level cell, as she has done hundreds of times before!

A mood of gloom and despair comes over me as her sneakers and socks disappear into the night

How long will it be before I can kiss those sneakers and admire those socks again? Hopefully not too long!

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