I am surrounded by three of my betters on the sink estate
and must show appropriate slavish respect for them
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It is Ms Mukta madam who steps up to my face on behalf of herself and her friends, Ms Sarah madam and Ms Gabrielle madam |
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Ms Sarah's sneakers and socks look on as I kiss-respect the proffered toe of Ms Mukta's right sneaker |
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Ms Sarah's brown socks are creased |
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In the distance, I can just make out the bright blue socktops of Ms Gabrielle madam above her ankleboots |
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Truly I am surrounded by the sneakers, boots and socks of three of my betters! |
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Ms Mukta's plain grey socks loom large in my footslave consciousness! |
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Her sneakers and socks MUST be respected! |
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As must the boots and socks of Ms Gabrielle madam... |
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...as they watch mu humiliation at her friend's sneakered feet! |
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I am just another piece of trash, down amongst the trash |
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Socks, shoes, sneakers, boots and dirt - such is my lowly life! |
I hear the three young women merrily discussing a real man high above me - namely Ms Mukta's husband, master Simon sir (a much better man than me). Ms Mukta tells her two friends that her husband has offered to WHIP me if I displease any of them, and Ms Gabrielle madam suggests that Mukta should invite her husband to have his feet kissed by me in public, as a demonstration of my inferiority to him. The girls all giggle and agree!
All I can think of is what an honour it would be for the likes of me to kiss the feet of the likes of master Simon sir - a handsome man who is admired by these three bright young women!