Squiffy
My former master and mistress often visit me in prison as I was their household slave for many years. Not to comfort me, but to mock me and remind me of what I am missing – their shoes and socks!
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My former mistress Ms Mukta madam appears somewhat 'squiffy' as she approaches me down the prison corridor |
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Her husband, my former master-sir, gallantly holds her hand to help steady her |
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Her feet are all over the place! |
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But soon both pairs of familiar feet stop directly in front of my cell door |
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The master-sir is the first to present his feet to me for respect-kissing... |
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...one after the other |
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Then Ms Mukta presents her dirty sneaker to my menial prisoner-mouth... |
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...again, swiftly followed by her other sneaker |
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I look up to the creases in her white sock |
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This is so nostalgic for me - kissing my former master and mistress's feet! |
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Especially Ms Mukta's feet, as I was always so enamoured by them! |
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The happy couple then turn to leave me to rot |
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Ms Mukta drunkenly tells her husband she's feeling 'horny' |
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My former master and mistress will no doubt be making love tonight! |
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I recall how I used to have to kneel by the side of their bed with my nose buried in their hastily discarded shoes and socks whilst they were making love |
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Oh how I miss those days - the days of my enslavement to this superb dominant couple! |