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Slave Weed

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Ms Mukta waters the plants in her back garden on a warm and sunny day – but not including her slave-weed. He must do without! Ms Mukta has a decorative 'slave weed' buried up to his neck in her garden She waters her plants, but not the weed! He must make do with staring at her rubber boots! He's thirsty - for a taste of her BOOTS! Not to mention her SOCKS! But she is only interested in nurturing the pretty flowers in her garden... ...not the slave! He must therefore make do with the sight  and faint aroma  of her rubbery BOOTS! And, if he manages to raise his humble, weedy head high enough, the sight of her summer-white SOCKTOPS! Ms Mukta doesn't care about her weed's wellbeing The watering can is not for him He's just a weed !
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Dapper

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 A dapper gentleman approaches my humble head. ‘Kiss my boots, boy!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Sir, I admire your socks, sir?’ The dapper master-sir says nothing as I continue to lip-respect his boots. After he has gone from my lowly presence, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam comes to taunt me with her boots and socks: ‘Haha, I saw you having to kiss that man’s boots, sockieboy! I hope you expressed your slavish respect for his socks?’ ‘Oh yes, mistress Mukta madam, thanking you kindly, mistress Mukta madam. This slave respects all his customers’ socks, including your socks, miss, if it pleases you miss?’ ‘Kiss my feet, sockieboy!’ ‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam.’ A dapper gentleman approaches me late at night He stops to lord it over me He then presents his right boot to me for respect-kissing A man who MUST be obeyed - a free man! I admire the master-sir's SOCK, towering over my humble head! The SOCK of a genius... ...of a LORD... ...of a much ...
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My Lowly Position In Life (iii)

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Another of Ms Mukta’s good friends, Ms Arabella madam, joins us, and yet again I find myself grovelling before the socks of another superior being to me, as befits a humble and pathetic sock slavey!  All my mistress's guests and friends must have their feet kiss-greeted by me, the lowly sock slavey That's my lowly role and position in life... ...to kowtow to my superiors' FEET, SHOES and SOCKS! Master Billy sir is by now seated on the bed and enjoying a can of beer, as well as my humiliation! I remain conscious of his manly SHOES and SOCKS... ...and the WHIP! My mistress Mukta watches me like a hawk, making sure I show appropriate sock-slaveyish respect to her friend Her own SOCKS are watching over me too! Truly, I am surrounded by the FEET, SHOES and SOCKS of my betters! I worship Ms Arabella madam's SHOES and SOCKS! I deliberately keep my humble feetkissing head lower  than her SOCKS, out of slavish respect for them She switches feet several times beneath my kneeling ...
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