To my humiliating delight, Ms Mukta and her two friends have
succeeded in persuading Ms Mukta’s husband – master Simon sir – a magnificent
and mighty man and a smoker to boot – to use me to have his loafer shoes kissed
in front of them. How the girls all giggle and glory in the sight of a real man
having his feet kissed by the pathetic slave man!
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| I am humiliated by a real man in front of his admiring female onlookers |
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| I must kiss his feet! |
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| Truly I am now surrounded by the shoes, boots and socks of my betters! |
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| In particular, I must study and admire the sock of magnificent master Simon sir... |
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| ...including the thick weave of his black sock beneath his hairy leg |
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| I must also study his shoelaces |
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| How Ms Mukta delights in my utter, public humiliation at her beloved husband's feet! |
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| She looks down on me as the pathetic piece of dirt that I am! |
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| What a privilege, what an honour for the likes of me to be able to pay slavish homage to another man's shoes and socks in public! |
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| And all whilst surrounded by the shoes and socks of women - including his lovely wife... |
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| ...and her friends! |
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| This, I'm afraid, is my lowly lickspittle life - being at the mercy of others' feet, shoes and socks! |
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| I am not worthy to look at any of these people above the socks! |
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| How they despise me and mock me as I must kow-tow to them! |
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| They call me names like 'loser'; 'foot-f***wit'; 'sock-starer'; and 'sockieboy slave'! |
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| Ms Mukta, in particular, asks me how I like having to kiss her husband's shoes and stare at his socks? |
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| I humbly mumble into master Simon sir's sock that I like it, madam, but not that much, madam, begging her female forgiveness and understanding? |
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| I hear her, and her girlfriends, laugh at my obsequious response... |
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| ...as does master Simon sir! But all I can do is continue to study and admire his black sock as I taste his leathery loafer shoe... |
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| ...the sock of a REAL man! |
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| Master Simon sir kindly switches his feet in front of my face... |
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| ...several times... |
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| ...so that I might pay oral homage to BOTH his shoes and socks! |
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| Meanwhile, the girlish giggling continues high above me... |
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| ...as do the disparaging remarks... |
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| ...as master Simon sir, quite rightly, glories in his power over me and basks in the praise and adulation of his wife and her female friends |
