Ms Mukta and her mighty husband, master Simon sir, humble
the patio footslave at their desert holiday home.
Ms Mukta: You’re gonna kiss our feet, boy!
Slave: Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. It
will be my honour to kiss both your feet and the feet of your magnificent
husband, master Simon sir, madam, if it would be so pleasing to you both,
mistress and master?
The couple both laugh at him. But the dusty, hapless slave
is just glad of having his betters’ feet to kiss, since he spends so much of
the year alone and without any superior foot company!
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| 'It will be my honour to kiss both your feet and the feet of your magnificent husband, master Simon sir, madam, if it would be so pleasing to you both, mistress and master? |
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| The happy, holidaying couple indulge their seasonal-home footslave |
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| Ms Mukta is the first to bless his menial mouth with her dirty sneakers |
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| The slave tastes his seasonal owner's footwear... |
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| ...whilst admiring her seasonal, white sock |
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| A sock, no doubt, imbued with sweat... |
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| ...on such a hot and sunny day! |
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| As will master Simon sir's black socks be... |
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| ...imbued with his manly foot moisture |
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| The slave's lowly lips, meanwhile, are parched |
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| He would gladly suck on his master and mistress's socks! |
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| Master Simon sir is next to step up to the slave's mouth |
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| The slave must now taste, and smell, his master's warm loafers |
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| He humbly studies the stitching in his master's plain black sock... |
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| ...the sock of a man. And not just any man... |
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| ...but the man who owns him! |
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| He likewise admires his master-sir's hairy legs above the socks |
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| Not as shapely as Ms Mukta's legs... |
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| ...but just as domineering and powerful! |
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| 'Haha, how are you liking it, slave?' The slave humbly replies that he likes it very much, sir, begging the master-sir's manly pardon, sir? |
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| The happy, holidaying couple turn and head off... |
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| ...no doubt off to the beach; or perhaps for a slap-up meal! |
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| All the forlorn slave can do is study their departing socks... |
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| ...and yearn to accompany them! |
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| Oh to be able to suck on his betters' discarded, sweaty socks as they relax barefoot on the beach! |
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| That would sure help to cure his dry and parched mouth! |
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| But the slave knows he is not good enough to follow his masters to the beach |
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| He must simply console himself with the fact that their 2 week holiday has only just begun at their desert villa... |
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| ...and that he will doubtless, therefore, have the opportunity to kiss-greet their feet again soon! |
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| The main thing is that they are happy... |
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| ...and thus continue to employ him as their desert patio footslave! |
