My mistress Mukta has kindly taken me along with her as a bag carrier to a business conference she is attending. Here you see her happily informing her beloved husband on the phone that she has arrived safely in her hotel room, whilst I kneel next to her on the floor and study her socked ankle. I still have her heavy trunk on my whipped back because Ms Mukta has not yet had time to order me to unpack it!
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| Kneeling silently and obediently beside my pretty mistress - my humble head acting as a footest whilst my face is directly opposite one of her shapely-socked ankles |
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| Oh, and my sore back still has her heavy trunk resting on it! |
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| I try to take my menial mind off the pain in my back by focussing on my pretty mistress's plain, grey anklesock |
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| Needless to say, the thought of her other sock resting on top of my humble head inside its superior sneaker also weighs heavily on my mind - both literally and metaphorically! |
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| But it is the sock which is in my direct and lowly line of vision that preoccupies me the most |
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| For it is the partially visible sock of my owner and goddess |
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| It is, therefore, a superior entity to me, being a young woman's sock... |
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| ...and must be studied, envied and admired on her shapely feminine ankle! |
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| I am pathetically jealous of each and every individual stitch in her sock, for their proximity to her soft, bare footflesh! |
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| Truly I am less than my mistress's socks! |
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I am a nothing and a nobody - a mere studier of my superiors' socks!
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the socks is oblivious to my sock-servitude and my suffering beneath her |
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She is busy on the phone to her husband - a real man -
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| ...whilst she enjoys a refreshing glass of wine after our long journey |
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| The only stimulant that awaits me is my mistress's WHIP - which she has kindly brought with her! |
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| And so I continue to kowtow to her socks |
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| I must be a good and obedient slave to my mistress and her sneakers and socks, if I am to avoid yet more burning sting from her WHIP! I therefore study her sock creases most humbly and diligently. |
