Here you see me sniffing my master David sir's socks whilst he relaxes in front of the television, until such time as his pretty girlfriend arrives, when I must kiss-greet her feet!
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Dutifully kneeling by the end of the sofa and sniffing my master-sir's sweaty, socked feet |
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I seek to bury my nose in the moist creases of his white socks... |
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...so that I can really inhale the pungent, vinegary aroma |
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My master-sir's feet tend to sweat a lot inside his sneakers! |
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Meanwhile, the master-sir enjoys some refreshments |
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He doesn't give a damn about his personal sock stink invading my nose! |
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Nor is he masterfully minded to share any of his delicious, moist cake with me |
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I'm just a slave, and the only 'moistness' I deserve is the sweat from his socks! |
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I endeavour to sniff audibly, so that my master can hear, as well as feel, my slavish devotion to his socks |
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Suddenly, the front door opens and my master-sir's pretty girlfriend steps in |
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The happy couple embrace as I await my further orders |
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The master-sir, predictably, orders me to kiss-greet his girlfriend's feet |
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She duly stretches forth her left foot on the floor, and I kiss it... |
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...swiftly followed by her right |
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I can now taste and smell the humbling aroma of young-woman, brown leather shoe! |
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And my eyes are regaled by the sight of her familiar, grey sock |
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Hopefully, I will get to sniff her socks later? |
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Observe how close my kneeling eye is to her sock! |
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I can make out the individual rows of stitches! |
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Truly my humble life as a domestic sockservant is dominated by the feet, shoes and socks of my betters! |
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And in case you are wondering, it is the master-sir's WHIP that ensures my slavish obedience! |
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The couple enjoy watching me kiss-greet the mistress's shoes... |
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...as she repeatedly switches her feet beneath my kneeling face |
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Then the mistress suggests she would like to watch the slave kissing her boyfriend's socks |
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The couple switch places and my menial mouth must now touch sweaty white sock... |
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...the same socks I had erstwhile been sniffing! |
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Sniffing socks; kissing socks; admiring socks - such are the day-to-day duties of a domestic sockservant! |