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SHOUTER

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Some customers like to SHOUT their orders down at me, as is perfectly appropriate when giving orders to a slave: ‘YOU A DAMN SLAVE! YOU SHINE MY SHOES, SLAVE! CLEAN WITH TONGUE! YOU OBEY, DAMN SLAVE!’ Needless to say, I am not permitted to shout back: ‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, pretty mistress madam. Pray be so kind as to place your foot onto the footblock, miss, so that I may instantly obey you, madam?’ ‘NOT TALK, SLAVE! ONLY LICK!’ She nevertheless obliges me by haughtily presenting me with her loafered foot and then focuses her female attention onto her phone, whilst I focus my lowly, maleslave attention onto her SHOES and SOCKS.  Even her footsteps are LOUD as she clumps her way towards me - a harbinger of what's to come! ‘YOU A DAMN SLAVE! YOU SHINE MY SHOES, SLAVE! CLEAN WITH TONGUE! YOU OBEY, DAMN SLAVE!’ As soon as the shouty mistress-madam has placed her foot onto the footblock, I obediently lick her loafer shoe... ...whilst she turns her female attention to...

Bucket Of Slops

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A Righteous couple prepare to deposit a bucket of slops over the prisoner-slave’s humble, confined head. But first he must kiss-respect the Righteous master-sir’s BOOTS! Kissing the Righteous master-sir's BOOT as he humbly awaits his bucket of SLOPS! The male BOOT smells MUSTY The female BOOTS he would much rather be kissing! Meanwhile, the bucket hangs ominously over the prisoner-slave's confined head The Righteous lady's bosom is heaving...  ...as she breathlessly awaits the signal from her Righteous husband... ...to pour the dirty SLOPS over the pathetic prisoner's humble head! What FUN this is going to be! All the slave can think about is that he is likely to be spared the SLOPS whilst the master's BOOT is in his face! After all, the master-sir wouldn't want his BOOTS to be sullied! But, make no mistake about it, the contents of that bucket are destined for the slave's humble head! He hopes and prays that none of the dirty SLOPS inadvertently splash onto...

Seat Of Authority

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Regular visitors to the public stocks, Ms Mukta and her husband, have come to mock me, as is their perfect right, with Ms Mukta even bringing along a chair so that she can sit directly in front of me, resting her feet on the lower crossbeam of the stocks directly below my confined face, and thus compel me to look at her SOCKS whilst she mocks me! I hang my humble head in shame from my wooden windowsill, as her SOCKS crease and fold subliminally beneath my face in tandem with her mocking words. The chair scrapes along the ground as Ms Mukta readies herself to humiliate me She promptly sits down on the chair and gleefully orders me to study the CREASES in her SOCKS! She demands that I count  them... ...not out loud, but silently, using 'mental arithmetic' as she puts it! I duly obey My humbling view of Ms Mukta's SOCKS from my ignominious wooden windowsill Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! I am reduced to being nothing but a young woman's SOCK-CREASES counter! Her le...

Her Comfort Must Be Paramount

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To her, I’m just a convenient place to sit whilst she enjoys her late-night cigarette. She doesn’t care that her SOCK is rubbing against the side of my confined face, or that all I can see is her sneaker. I’m just an anonymous slave in the stocks. I mean nothing to her. And rightly so. I just hope she is comfortable whilst she is seated above me, for the comfort of a superior mistress must always be paramount! I can only hope and pray that the smoking mistress, a complete stranger to me, is comfortable sitting on top of me For her comfort must be paramount... ...whilst she enjoys her cigarette As for me, I have the 'honour' of feeling her SOCKED ANKLE digging into my right temple... ...and of smelling her Asian SNEAKER LEATHER! Truly, I feel humbled in my ignominious position... ...trapped between the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a beautiful young Asian woman Whichever way I look all I can see is SNEAKER or SOCK Especially SOCK! The SOCKS of my BETTER! Of a SUPERB young woman! Of...

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