Indian Actress- Madam Tara
Madam Tara was a young Indian actress. She had a way with the slaves. She doesn't keep them, she just picks them from anywhere, uses them, and disposes them off. Something like that happened when she was about to go live on a TV show.
She was backstage, waiting to go on air. I found an opportunity to reach her when her security was low. I picked up an I card that was lying on the deck and went to her waiting room.
She was sitting on a sofa, one leg over the other. She looked royal in her pink satin dress. Her silky hair flowed down from her shoulders. Her skin was glowing as if she was a deity.
It took me a few minutes to gather the courage to speak to her. "Ma'am I am a big fan," I said. She didn't pay attention and kept to her phone. I was standing in front of her with my hands joined submissively. "I didn't mean to disturb you ma'am, but I just wanted to let you know that you mean so much to me, I just worship you," I said.
Now she looked at me. "Then be good at it," she said. I was confused. What did she mean? "I don't understand ma'am," I said. She smirked and pointed her finger at me and signaled me to kneel down. I was nervous, I wasn't sure what was going on, but I couldn't say no to her. I bent down on my knees.
From this position, she appeared magnanimous. I felt as if she was a queen and I was her slave. I didn't know why the feeling of servitude was coming naturally, I felt like bowing my head in front of her. But I still wasn't sure what she wanted. I waited for further instructions, but they didn't come. She was still texting on her phone while I was on my knees in front of her. After 10 minutes, she looked at me, "Hey you! What's your name?" she asked.
"My name is Vi..," She didn't let me complete.
"Forget it," she said. "I won't be using you after tonight".
Using me? What am I an object for her?
"Can you see this boy?", she said, lifting her dangling foot to expose the sole of her sandals. "I get captured on-screen from head to toe. Do you think my dirty soles would look good on live television?"
"No ma'am," I replied with a shaky voice.
"Then you know what you should do."
I just met her and she just asked me to clean not her sandals but the sole of her sandals. I was her die-hard fan. I could do anything for her, but I didn't expect this.
"Ma'am, where can I find a cloth?"
"I thought you worshipped me," she frowned.
OMG!! So that's what she meant...
"As you command ma'am." I couldn't believe myself saying that. It was as if servitude was coming naturally to me in her presence. I went close to her feet. First I looked at her foot which was on the floor, it was heavenly. Clad in silver-colored sandals with small diamonds studded in them. Her sandals were enough to show my worth in front of her. I moved my gaze to her dangling foot. I observed the dirt on her sole and looked at her again.
"Do you want me to call a priest to find an auspicious time for you to start?"
"I'm sorry ma'am," I replied in fear and began.
I gave her sole, a short and quick lick. It felt bad. I was licking the bottom of this girl's sandals. What the hell was this? I felt like looking at her again but was scared. Then I felt something.
She is no ordinary girl, at the snap of her fingers guards would have thrown me out of the studio, if not sent me to jail. I was sitting at the feet of the queen of the Indian film industry. How many people get this opportunity to be that close to her. People would die to be where I am. I felt bad while licking her sole because I didn't do it with love, nor with respect. That's when I heard a snap!
"Are you sleeping or what?"
"I'm sorry ma'am," I said and tried again with more compassion. I gave her sole a slow and deep lick, with love. I could feel the crisp dirt on her soles scratching my tongue. But it didn't matter anymore. She smiled and swapped her legs once I was done with the first one. I cleaned this one too.
She uncrossed her legs, but I didn't raise my head. I could see both her feet now. I felt like kissing her feet but the diamonds shining on her sandals reminded me of my place. She lifted my face with the tip of her finger.
"You did a good job there. I am impressed," she said. "You can go now."
I stood up to leave, but I couldn't move. Disappointment was dripping from my face.
"OK, I know I didn't reward you. I thought you must be feeling exalted after licking my feet. Since you did a good job, I won't disappoint you either. She moved her right foot slightly forward.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I bent down again, came close to her foot, and planted a soft kiss on her toes. When I lifted my face, tears were rolling down my eyes. She smiled, but this time I could see kindness in her eyes. She lifted her sandal-clad foot and wiped my tears with her foot.
"You are a nice boy. I usually don't reuse my fan slaves but I might give you another chance."
I was exploding with joy. "Thank you, ma'am," I said and bowed down to her. My forehead was on the floor, an inch away from her feet. She stood up and patted my head with her foot softly and stepped out of the room.
"And hey! My leftovers are lying at the table. You can have them," she said while going out.
Was this my lucky day or what? She had been so kind to me. I went towards the table and her half-eaten cookie was on the plate. I picked it up and touched it to my forehead as a sign of respect. I put this blessed food in my mouth and closed my eyes.
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