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My Reward

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I know my place as a slave, and it’s kneeling next to the feet of my betters as they enjoy a beer in an outdoor café in the Chinatown area of the city. No beer for me, of course – just the reward of observing my mistress Zhi-Qiao’s sneakers and socks at close quarters. My lowly place is always at the feet of my betters as they celebrate their freedom high above me Here you see me studying my mistress  Zhi-Qiao’s sneakers and socks I can observe the DIRT she has walked in on the SOLES of her SNEAKERS But my primary focus is on the tiny slither of WHITE SOCK peeking out the top of her SNEAKER That's because I am, officially, her personal 'sock slavey'... ...and must therefore acquaint myself throughout the day with any movements in her SOCKS It is such an honour , albeit an humbling one, to kneel so close to my pretty mistress's SOCKS! Her SOCKS own  me! Though she herself is oblivious to my unending, slavish devotion to her SOCKS! Indeed, her SOCKS, and by extension her ...
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One Thing I've Learnt

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If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over my many years of domestic bondage and enslavement, thanks largely to the biting STING of the WHIP, it’s to always slavishly greet your masters when they return home by effusively welcoming them through the kissing of their feet. Better to kiss feet and be pleasing to your masters, than to earn their wrath and feel the warm embrace of their WHIP! It is my master Simon sir - as the head of household, the Alpha male - who is first to step towards my face He switches his loafered feet in front of me to facilitate my lowly lips in paying their labial homage to his SHOES I like to kiss his SHOELACES, as they remind me of the LEATHER WHIP that awaits my back if I fail to please him! If there's one thing I've learnt after years of enslavement, it's that it's better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP! I humbly and reverentially study the master-sir's SOCK... ...the SOCK of a real  man! Meanwhile, my mistress's SOCKS look on, patiently await...
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Park Masters

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A magnificent Japanese master-sir and his pretty girlfriend enjoy mocking me as I languish in the stocks in the public park. ‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’ ‘Haha… you make him kiss feet, Hiroshi. You his master!’ ‘Haha… you hear my girlfriend, slave? You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’ ‘Haha, make him look at sock, Hiroshi. He your sock slave!’ ‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock. You a nobody. I better than you. Sock better than you! Haha.’ ‘Haha…you his master, Hiroshi-San. He worship your sock! Haha.’ The happy couple laugh out loud at me and at my unquestionable inferiority to master Hiroshi sir’s sock, before heading off arm in arm! ‘Haha…look! He a whipped! We laugh at him!’ 'You kiss my foot. I your master. You whipped in stocks! Haha.’ ‘Haha, you look at my sock, slave. Worship Japanese man sock.' I obey master Hiroshi-San, by kissing his outstretched foot and admiring his crumpled sock... ....
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