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Unspoken Threat

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 Master Simon sir has me pay my slavish respects to his wife’s new SNEAKERS and SOCKS: ‘Slave, kiss my wife’s new SNEAKERS and verbally praise her SOCKS. Describe her SOCKS to us in detail from your lowly viewpoint!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once master Simon sir…. Oh pray master Simon sir, oh pray mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you master and mistress, this slave is most admiring of the mistress’s new SNEAKERS and SOCKS, masters, which, if this slave might be so bold, suit the mistress down to the ground, masters, pray forgive this slave’s forwardness and unseemly precociousness masters please don’t beat me masters? Sirs, the mistress’s SOCKS are particularly appealing to the slave, masters, on account of their fine stitching, masters, and the way they hug the mistress’s shapely calf muscles, masters, if you would be so kind and understanding to an helpless slave at your feet masters? Praise be unto you, mistress Mukta madam, and your SNEAKERS and SOCKS, miss?’ ‘Give us mor...
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On Waste Ground

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A happy, handsome couple spot me, and use me, whilst they are out promenading together late at night through some waste ground – as is their perfect right! ‘Haha, look Harry! A footslave! Make him kiss your feet!’ ‘Haha, sure thing honey!... Yo, you down there, feetyboy; kiss my feet!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’ The man’s pretty, Asian girlfriend then crouches down to verbally mock me as I kiss her manly boyfriend’s boot: ‘Haha, you like kiss real man dirty boot, slave? You like taste real man dirty bootleather? You a moron?’ With a mouth full of bootdirt I humbly acknowledge that I do indeed, pathetically, admire her boyfriend and his boots: ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam, this slave does indeed very much appreciate the humbling opportunity to taste the mighty master-sir’s bootleather, vile though that taste may be madam, begging your pardons and understandings most mighty master and mistress, sirs?’ The man chuckles h...
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Keeping Me Updated

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Regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam likes to keep me updated on all major happenings in her superior life, whilst I am tongueshining her shoes: ‘I’ve had a terrible cold, and that, over the past few days, slave. I’ve had to make sure my hubby sleeps in the spare room so that he doesn’t catch whatever it is I’ve got, and that?’ ‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, I’m sorry to hear that, mistress Mukta madam. I wish you a speedy recovery, miss, and hope and pray that your husband will not be affected by it, most magnificent mistress Mukta madam?’ The irony is not lost on me that, whilst she is concerned to protect her beloved husband from any of her germs, she clearly isn’t in the least bit concerned about the possibility of spreading her germs to me via her shoes! And nor should she have any such concerns. I’m just a slave. I’m not important. I genuinely do wish her and her husband well, as they are both superior beings to me, whereas I’m just a piece of garbage, fit only to lick the...
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Pulling Faces

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People love pulling faces at me in the pillory, especially as they know I must maintain a respectful and sombre demeanour in their superior presence, as is befitting in a slave. My gaoler master-sir will also see to that! A member of the public sticks her tongue out at me... ...as is her perfect right! She is mocking me in my confinement in the pillory For my humble part, I only have eyes for her SOCKS! Bright pink dayglo SOCKS! To match her PINK TONGUE! My superb gaoler-sir ensures that I maintain a suitably humble demeanour in the face of the young woman's provocation I must focus on her SOCKS, as befits a pilloried slave! Her SOCKS!... Her PINK SOCKS! I'm just a slave 'Study the young woman's SOCKS, slave, and remember your place!' My gaoler-sir's own STOCKINGS have often been admired by me... ...since they are the STOCKINGS of the man holding the WHIP! The WHIP, I say!... My gaoler's WHIP! Better to be mocked than to feel the BITING STING of the WHIP! P...
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