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Through The Bars Of His Slave-Cell

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The master-sir’s personal slave must humbly kiss-respect the master’s pretty girlfriend’s ornate, brown-leathery COWBOY BOOTS through the iron bars of his ignominious slave-cell, much to her sweet feminine amusement and delight! 'Haha, that's right, honey, give him a taste of your BOOTS!... . ..and iffin' he baulks at 'em, I'll soon give him another taste of my WHIP!' The elderly slave is acutely aware that the master's WHIP is coiled and ready in his masterful hand!  And he has the added indignity of having to kiss the young woman's BOOTS beneath her SOCKTOPS Her LEFT SOCKTOP Her RIGHT SOCKTOP The dusty and scuffmarked BOOT-TOE he must taste, without baulking! The master-sir's BOOTS, which the elderly slave has oftentimes had to taste! Just as he has oftentimes 'tasted' the STING of his master's WHIP! He does  baulk at that! Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP... ...the BOOTS of his BETTERS!

Feet And Sock Washer

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‘Yo, sock slavey! Wash my wife’s feet after her run. Then wash her dirty socks by hand, and tongue-clean her running shoes.’ ‘Yes, master Simon sir. At once, master Simon sir.’ I have already removed the mistress's sweaty RUNNING SHOES and RED SOCKS from her feet and must now wash her bare feet in a basin of warm, soapy water... ...at the behest of her manly husband The SOCKS will have to wait, for now... ...even though I am primarily employed as this couple's SOCK SLAVEY! Washing FEET (and tongue-cleaning SHOES) is all part of a SOCK SLAVEY'S service A SLAVEY must simply obey his MASTERS, and obey their every  COMMAND! My master Simon sir, in particular, expects to be obeyed unquestioningly by his slave I have often been required to wash his dirty FEET and SOCKS Such MANLY SOCKS, worn on such MANLY ANKLES! But, for now at least, it is the BARE FEET of the mistress that must receive my unwavering attention 'Make sure not to touch my wife above her ANKLES, sock slavey!...

On A Boots And Socks Promise

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I’m waiting patiently on a promise – a promise from my normally reliable regular customer, Ms Mukta madam, that she will visit me this evening in her black suede kneeboots and white kneesocks; my favourite combination of her footwear choices! But she’s late! I begin to fear she may not be coming after all. Just as I am about to give up all hope, however, I hear her familiar bootsteps walking towards me. Oh ye of little faith! Of course, Ms Mukta was not going to let me down! She never has yet! There is no apology forthcoming for her tardiness. Nor should there be. I’m just a slave, on a promise. And if a customer-master or mistress ever wishes to break a promise to a slave like me, it should be no big deal. I should just have to suck it up. But now, praise be, I shall be sucking up to Ms Mukta’s fabulous BOOTS and SOCKS! ‘Yo sockieboy, how’s it hangin’? You been looking forward to seeing my BOOTIES and SOCKIES?’ ‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam! Oh bless! Oh bliss! Oh yes indeed, mis...

Appointments To View

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I always regard my encounters with Ms Mukta madam as appointments to view – appointments to view her SOCKS, which never disappoint, being the SOCKS of a SUPERB and SUPERIOR young woman! Here you see me admiringly viewing her WHITE SOCKS as I lickshine her blue and white sneakers beneath her red and white tracksuit. Such style! Such class! The SOCKS of a track-suited goddess! Lickshining Ms Mukta's SNEAKERS with a mouthful of SHOELEATHER, and an eyeful of SOCK! Her other SHOE taps impatiently against the side of my humble head as I tongue-attend to its sister SHOE Truly, I am where I belong - down amongst Ms Mukta's SHOES and SOCKS! Her RIGHT SOCK on her RIGHT ANKLE is directly ahead of me... ...as I lickshine her LACES ( All  parts of the exterior of a customer's SHOE must be lickshined!) I maske sure my NOSE doesn't inadvertently touch  her SOCK SOCK which is so near, and yet so far!  But the Law states I may only look  at my customers' SOCKS; not touch  the...