My mistress Mukta enjoys a relaxing coffee with her manly husband, master Simon sir, in their local café whilst I nurse my wounds from my latest punishment beating from the master-sir for insulting his wife by taking my eyes momentarily off her socks earlier this morning. I am feeling battered and bruised, but mostly ashamed. Ashamed of my insolence and disrespectful attitude towards my mistress. I am her personal sock slavey, after all. So master Simon sir was quite right to punish me. All I can do now to make up for my sins, is to study the backs of my mistress’s socks intently and make sure I don’t take my eyes off them again! God bless you master Simon sir, and thank you for correcting me, master! Nursing my wounds, and my slavish bruised ego, As my master and mistress enjoy a coffee together I must remain intently focussed on the backs of my mistress's SOCKS, as befits a good sock slavey And let's face it, what's not to like about my mistress Mukta's SOCKS? The...