Unobtrusive

Whenever my mistress Mukta encounters one of her friends out on the street I must kneel, silently and unobtrusively, behind her sneakered heels and study the backs of her white anklesocks. I must study the patterns in the stitching and the naturally forming creases and folds in the soft cotton material of her socks. I must NOT, under any circumstances, permit my eyes to stray onto the equally pretty sneakers and socks of her interlocutor. It’s the Law.







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