Have You Missed Me, Slave?









































'Have you missed me, slave? Have you been hankering after my socks? Tell me how much you’ve been missing them!’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress. If it pleases you, pretty mistress Mukta madam. Truly this slave has been yearning for your socks, madam! Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you, pretty mistress Mukta madam, not a day has gone by when this slave has not been thinking about your socks on your feet, madam. Oh pray, mistress, oh pray! Truly this slave wishes he could be one of your socks madam, so that he might hug and caress your pretty foot, madam, and absorb your precious footsweat into the very fibre of his being, if you would be so kind and understanding to a lowly, lonely footslave, madam? Oh pray, mistress! Oh Pray! Your socks are my life, madam!’

‘Ha! Ha! You’re not worthy enough to be one of my socks, dirty slave! But I will let you admire them while you lickshine my dirty sneakers. And make damn sure you lick off all the mud and crud from my sneakers, slave. They’re filthy!’

‘Yes madam. At one madam. God bless you, customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam. Praise be to you miss Mukta!’ 

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