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Dreams Of Sock Enslavement

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My mistress Mukta encourages her good friend, Ms Kadal madam, to unceremoniously shove her musty-smelling and tasting faux-sheepskin BOOT onto my menial mouth for respect-kissing. Being an erstwhile personal sock-slavey to Ms Mukta madam, I can't help but look up admiringly at Ms Kadal's grey SOCKS inside her BOOTS as my mouth pays its humble labial respects to her dirty BOOTS! Ms Mukta delights in witnessing me kiss-respecting her friend Ms Kadal's BOOTS The faux-sheepskin BOOTS smell and taste dirty! Certainly not what you would describe as 'glamorous' footwear on a young woman But then, my own mistress Mukta's footwear could hardly be described as 'glamorous'! The sad fact is that a slave like me must admire and respect whatever  footwear is placed before him... ...for it is all  the FOOTWEAR of his BETTERS! Ms Mukta's grey SOCKS look on as Ms Kadal's grey SOCKS tower over my humble, bootkissing head! But better to KISS BOOT than to INCUR THE ...

Blisteringly Hot Day On A Bus

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On a blisteringly hot day on a bus, my only legitimate concern is with the well-being of my mistress's SOCKS, on account of my being a SOCK SLAVEY. My own comfort, or lack of it, is neither here nor there. I'm just a slave! The temperature inside the non-air-conditioned Gynarchy bus is sky high! But my only concern must be with the well-being and comfort of my mistress's SOCKS That's because I am her legal SOCK SLAVEY... ...responsible for her SOCKS both on and off her feet! The Law states that I must follow her SOCKS wherever they go... ...and 'keep myself unto them' Sure, I am permitted, indeed sometimes commanded, to worship and praise the SOCKS of others But it is my mistress's  SOCKS that own me, and to which I am beholden! My pretty mistress, meanwhile, is keeping cool on the swelteringly hot bus by fanning herself None of the cool air wafts down towards me And nor should it. That is my mistress's air - not mine. The only air I can legitimately br...

Masked Sock Slavey

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My mistress Mukta madam often makes me wear a makeshift ‘sock slavey’ mask (basically just a paper bag over my head with the words 'sock slavey' emblazoned on it) when I am crawling behind her in public, so that no one can be in any doubt as to my humble status in life as the slave of my betters’ SOCKS! Whenever we are out and about, I must crawl behind my mistress Mukta to SOCKED HEEL with a paper bag over my humble head The ignominious bag has the words 'Sock Slavey' emblazoned on it, so that everyone  can be aware of my ultra-lowly status! I am, basically, the slave of everyone's SOCKS... ...though mostly of my mistress Mukta's SOCKS, of course! Please don't labour under the misapprehension that my mistress and her interlocutor are talking about me! They have better, much more interesting things to talk about than a humble sock slavey! A sock slavey like me shouldn't even be seen - until and unless he is specifically ordered to serve SOCKS... ...stra...

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