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Nighttime Position

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An old slavey never gets to lie in his mistress’s bed at night! Instead, he sleeps on the floor, often with her dirty SOCKS covering his face, ready to serve as a footrest when his pretty mistress awakens from her slumbers in the morning. This foot slavey's nighttime position is to lie on the floor next to his mistress's bed Her used SHOES and SOCKS ignominiously surround his humble head And , of course, the slave must sleep beneath the shadow of the WHIP! SOCKS, SHOES, the WHIP - these are the things that dominate  a foot slavey's lowly life! Haha, observe how the old fool must balance one of his mistress's sweaty, used SOCKS over his menial mouth! WHIP betide him if the SOCK falls off overnight! So he must remain perfectly still! Haha, I doubt he'll get much sleep! When morning breaks and his pretty mistress awakens from her restful slumbers, she swings her feet onto his torso... ...before using him as a stepping stone... ...as she heads off to the bathroom... .....
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Begging For Punishment To Fit The Crime

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This afternoon, a furious master Simon sir is verbally berating me and threatening me with the WHIP! He is angry because his beloved wife, my mistress Mukta madam, has alleged that I ‘took my eyes off her SOCKS’, albeit only momentarily, whilst she was conversing with one of her friends, Ms Arabella madam, earlier in the day. It is absolutely, 100% a FALSE accusation on my mistress’s part, as I would never take my lowly eyes off her SOCKS – not unless she had given me her explicit permission to do so e.g. if she orders me to study and admire one of her friend’s SOCKS whilst I am kiss-greeting their feet! But, when a mistress makes an accusation against a slavey, even a patently false accusation, according to the Laws of the Gynarchy the accusation is automatically proven. And rightly so, since it is the word of a superior mistress against the word of an inferior slave! Not that I would ever dare to challenge my mistress Mukta’s accusations against me – and certainly not in fr...
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Pathetic Kneeling Sock Slavey

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A SOCK SLAVEY kneels on the dirty ground with his humble head trapped between his pretty mistress’s SOCKED ANKLES whilst she relaxes on a bench above him checking her social media feeds on her phone. The pathetic kneeling SOCK SLAVEY only has eyes, and thoughts, for his mistress’s SOCKS! This pathetic, kneeling SOCK SLAVEY knows his place - and it's down in the dirt with his humble head trapped in between his pretty mistress's shapely SOCKED ANKLES... ...whilst she is comfortably seated above him, catching up on her social media feeds on her phone The pathetic kneeling slavey must look down at the ground beneath her feet... ...and contemplate his lowliness But he also gets a humbling view of his mistress's SOCKS... ...and SNEAKERS! He is particularly intrigued by her SOCKS, of course... ...and the patterns in the STITCHING of her SOCKS... ...being nothing more than a SOCK SLAVEY... ...with nothing better to do than to study and admire the SOCKS that own  him! Let's al...
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Kowtowing To His Sock

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Regular customers Ms Mukta madam and her husband master Simon sir are mocking me, as is their wont. Ms Mukta begins the mockery: ‘Yo sock slavey, how’s it hangin’? Have you missed us and our nice sockies?’ I must dignify her mocking enquiry with a polite and respectful response. It’s the Law: ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, oh pray master Simon sir, God bless you both masters. Truly I have indeed missed your socks, masters, and am blessed to be in their, and your, presences, masters, if you would be so kind and understanding to a pathetic sock slavey at your feet, masters?’ Master Simon sir then joins in the fun: ‘Kiss my foot, slavey, and praise my sock!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Oh pray master Simon sir, oh pray master Simon sir’s sock, truly you are both magnificent, masters. Oh master Simon sir’s sock, I am honoured to be in your presence, master the sock. Please don’t hurt me, sock? I kiss your shoe, sock.’ Ms Mukta giggles at me as I humbly and fearfully ko...
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