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Stop Whining, Slave!

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Ms Mukta and her husband relax beneath the shade of their garden awning, which they have deliberately placed in front of the wonkly stocks in which they keep their back-garden slavey permanently imprisoned - just so that he can observe their SHOES and SOCKS from his lowly vantage point whilst they enjoy their refreshing glasses of wine seated on high above him. No whining, slave! Just be grateful that your betters have deigned to be in your lowly presence, albeit in order to add  to your sense of discomfort and humiliation! Ms Mukta has her back to the wretched slave in the stocks as she converses happily with her husband... ...over a glass of wine The old slavey in the stocks, meanwhile, can only see his betters' SHOES and SOCKS The SHOES and SOCKS of his master sir, who designed and built the set of deliberately wonky stocks... ...and, more particularly, for they are closer to his confined face, the SHOES and SOCKS of his mistress! All the pathetic old slavey can literally see fr...

Sweating Like A Pig

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On a bright and sunny day, regular visitor to my face, Ms Mukta madam, casually tells me that she is ‘sweating like a pig’ as she has me kiss-respect her warm sneakers. I can sense that she is eating an ice-cream high above me to help her cool down. Needless to say, there is no respite for my humble head from the intense heat. I am, however, delighted to observe that magnificent Ms Mukta madam is wearing ultra-short white SOCKS inside her sneakers. I’m delighted because it means that Ms Mukta’s natural foot moistures will be being absorbed by the white cotton sock material, thus keeping her feet relatively fresh and comfortable inside her warm sneakers! And that’s the most important thing – a customer’s foot comfort! 'Sweating like a pig' Ms Mukta madam enjoys a refreshing ice cream above me Her pretty mouth must be full of the sweet sugary taste of vanilla... ...whilst my menial mouth experiences the bitter tastes of used sneaker leather and dirt! I am delighted  to observe,...

Inquisitiveness

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An inquisitive customer-mistress from overseas casually quizzes me with pertinent questions in her broken English: ‘Why you are being a slave? You always are being a slave? You always are kissing feet?’ I must respond to her natural inquisitiveness with suitably slavish responses:’ ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, thank you for asking, pretty mistress madam. I have indeed been a slave all my life, mistress, if it so pleases you mistress and begging your female pardon and forgiveness, pretty mistress, and I have had to kiss feet all my life, pretty mistress madam, if again it would be so pleasing to you miss, thanking you for your kind questions, miss? Oh pray, miss, oh beg, may I kiss your feet, miss?’ She giggles in an Indian accent and obligingly stretches forth her right, sneakered foot to within reach of my menial mouth. I visually admire her beige brown sock as I lower my lips to her outstretched sneaker-toe. Indeed, I am just as inquisitive about her SOCKS as she is about my...

Kissing Feet Beneath The Whip

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The best way for a slave to avoid the STING of the WHIP is to kiss his master’s feet – though, depending on the master or mistress’s mood, it doesn’t always work! Still, kissing feet is also a way for the slave to thank his master for being WHIPPED! Either way, he will end up kissing feet, so he might as well do it very well, including respectful admiration of his master's SOCKS! A domestic slavey kisses his pretty female master's feet... ...in an effort to avoid yet more BITING STING from her WHIP! But he's probably on a hiding to nothing... ...as she retains a firm grip on her beloved WHIP! All the slave can do is respectfully kiss his master's feet... ...whilst showing the utmost  slavish regard for his master's SOCKS! Better to KISS FEET and ADMIRE SOCKS... ...than to wear the STING of the WHIP! The WHIP, or SOCKS... ...the slave's only choice! He, wisely, chooses to admire SOCKS... ...since the WHIP remains an ever-present threat! SOCKS, or WHIP? ...it...

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