Pride Of Lowly Place
I take foolish pride in my lowly place – sandwiched between my mistress’s BOOTS and SOCKS on the floor of the bus – since my slave tongue is responsible for maintaining the shine on the outsides of her BOOTS, and my bony old fingers ensured the straightness of her SOCKS inside her BOOTS when I put them on her FEET first thing this morning. It is now evening, and her BOOTSOCKS are still straight! For her superior part, my mistress Mukta is proud to be a slave owner, but thinks I am a rubbish slave. Hence her copious use of the WHIP on my bony old back, to keep me in line. And rightly so! Right now, however, I could not be further from her thoughts, as she listens to her favourite podcast. My pride of place - nestled between the BOOTS and SOCKS of my fabulous mistress I daren't even think about her above her BOOTS and SOCKS! I know my lowly place, and it's down here on the dirty floor of the bus at my mistress's FEET I am foolishly proud of the fact that her BOOTS are sh...