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In Love With Her Sockies

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 Regular customer Ms Mukta madam enjoys sock-teasing me late at night: ‘Slave, do you love my sockies? I mean, are you actually in love with them, and that?’ ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, yes indeed Ms Mukta madam, begging your forgiveness and pardon, miss. I’m pathetic like that, miss?’ She laughs out loud at me, her laughter echoing around the empty alcove, as I continue to kiss-respect her sneakers until they, and their accompanying sockies, turn their beautiful backs on me and abandon me to the night once more. Ms Mukta often teases me with her SOCKS late at night ‘Slave, do you  love  my sockies? I mean, are you actually  in love  with them, and that?’ ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, yes indeed Ms Mukta madam...  ...begging your forgiveness and pardon, miss. I’m pathetic like that, miss?’ The objects of my unrequited love... ...Ms Mukta's SOCKS! I, literally, can't take my eyes off them......
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First Question Of The Day

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‘Am I to be whipped today, mistress?’ It’s the first question I fearfully ask as I kiss-greet my mistress’s slippered and socked feet by the side of her bed as soon as she rises from her slumbers each morning. The answer is always dependent on her mood. ‘Erm… I’ll think about it, slave. Kiss my feet!’ That doesn’t bode well for me! But the point is, of course, that the WHIP is never far from my back! I continue to grovel at her still-sleepy feet and kiss them, as it is my only hope of eliciting sweet feminine clemency in my otherwise WHIP-fond mistress! It also helps to remind her of my utter powerlessness and submission to her will. ‘The WHIP, mistress! Not the WHIP, I beg you!’ ‘Am I to be whipped today, mistress?’ ‘Erm… I’ll think about it, slave. Kiss my feet!’ 'Yes, mistress... ...The WHIP, mistress! Not the WHIP, I beg you!’ 'Oh the WHIP! Oh how I fear the WHIP, mistress!' I look cravenly at her SOCKS as I kiss her SLIPPERS I only hope my mistress can feel ...
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All Is Well

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Sock slavey serves as a footrest for his mistress Mukta whilst she and her husband relax by a village well on a bright summer's day. Something has clearly tickled the interest of Ms Mukta and her husband as they relax by the well They are amused by something happening across the village square But none of that is of any concern to their sock slavey By Law, he must remain focused on his master's and mistress's SHOES and SOCKS Especially the RIGHT SHOE of his mistress which is currently dangling in front of his face ...and her RIGHT SOCK! Of course, he is legally obliged to also have respect and regard for his master Simon's SHOES and SOCKS And so he must occasionally glance over admiringly towards them also But his primary focus must always be the SHOE and SOCK in front of him And right now that is his mistress Mukta's RIGHT SHOE and SOCK! He currently has the added indignity of her LEFT SHOE and SOCK using his WHIPPED BACK as a makeshift FOOTREST! Haha. Such is the...
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Apologising To My Customer-Mistress's Husband Via Her Sock

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Regular customer Ms Mukta madam taunts me and faux-sympathises with me as she uses my humble head as a footrest for her sneakered and socked foot! She asks me how my day has been? And have I enjoyed kissing the feet of all my betters, one after the other? Or do I not feel shame at my lowliness, as her husband Simon (master Simon sir to me) thinks I should? Do I wish to apologise to master Simon for my abject lowliness? (even though he isn’t present, his wife kindly offers to pass on my craven words of apology to him!) I decide to apologise to master Simon sir via his wife's LEFT SOCK, the one closest to my face, as befits a lowly sockieboy-slave such as myself, politely asking said SOCK to pass on my grovelling words of shame and apology to its wearer’s strong and mighty husband (and his  SOCKS): ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if I may address my words directly to your superior SOCK in front of my face, madam? This slave truly feels shame, oh Ms Mukta's LEFT SOCK, at his abject...
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