My mistress Mukta's friends have gathered round in her living room to enjoy watching me - her personal footslave - kissing and praising her feet after a severe whipping:
'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam! Oh beg! Truly you are my master, mistress. You are all my masters, for you and your esteemed friends are my infinite betters, masters. I kiss your feet. Pray have mercy on me, masters! Oh pity pray!'
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Freshly whipped, I kneel with my humble head hovering over mistress Mukta's shoes and socks |
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I praise her shoes and socks, and beg them for mercy! |
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I then kiss the toe of her left shoe, which she raises up slightly off the floor in order to give my menial mouth easier access to her shoeleather |
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Her left shoe is swiftly followed in similar manner by her right shoe |
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I humbly admire the rows of stitching in my mistress's pristine-white sock as I taste her black shoeleather |
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Meanwhile, observing proceedings from nearby, are the familiar shoes and boots of my mistress's good friends - Ms Sharon madam and Ms Sharon's husband, master George sir |
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Masters George and Sharon look down upon my patheticalness with bemusement |
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But it is my whipped back that eloquently explains my abject humility at my pretty whipper's feet! |
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The WHIP! |
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My mistress's husband - master Simon sir - is also gloatingly present. He loves watching me kowtow to his wife in front of their friends! |
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Master Simon sir's shoes and socks |
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Seated nearby are the shoes and socks of yet another of my mistress's best friends - Ms Arabella madam |
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As per usual, Ms Arabella madam is deliciously high on something! |
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So that just leaves me - the pathetic, whipped, shoe-kissing and sock-staring slave! |
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I am fit only to look my mistress in the sock... |
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...whilst I am surrounded by the socks, boots and shoes of others - others who are all my infinite betters! |