I must kneel next to my master Simon sir’s sock as he relaxes on
a recliner next to his wife (my mistress Mukta). As I do so, I contemplate the magnificence of his socked ankle, and my unworthiness to be so close to it. I also, somewhat paradoxically, wish I could be kneeling next to his wife's socked ankles!
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I dutifully and silently kneel next to master Simon sir's socked ankle... |
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...whilst he engages in a happy and loving conversation with his beautiful wife on the adjacent recliner |
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I remain resolutely focussed on my master's sock... |
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...as befits a lowly and obedient sockservant! |
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This is, after all, the sock of my master - of the man who owns me! |
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What a privilege, what an honour for the likes of lowly me to even breathe in the same air as my master's sock! |
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The master ignores me as he chats with his wife |
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His other sock
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Ms Mukta too ignores me as she chats happily with her husband
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The socks I would really like to be next to... |
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...the socks of a woman! |
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But, sadly, Ms Mukta's socks are far from my face! |
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I must concentrate on my master's sock! |
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For, at the end of the day, I'm just another man's queer sockslave... |
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...with my nose practically brushing against his superior sock! |