My mistress Mukta and master Simon sir have come to my
basement cell to kindly explain their forthcoming absence. It is Ms Mukta madam
who does the talking whilst shoving her sneakered and socked foot through the
bars of my cage for me to kiss-respect:
‘Haha, Simon and I are off on our hols, slave – to celebrate
our anniversary, and that! I’m afraid you can’t come with us, so we’re leaving
you here to rot for a week until we get back. We’re not leaving you any food as
we want to keep all our money for ourselves, but there’s a pool of stagnant
water in the corner of your cage that you can use for drinking water. Also, I’m
afraid you’ll be in the pitch dark all week as we’re turning off the lighting
and the heating in our house while we’re away. I wanted to whip you before we
go, but Simon said we should be merciful towards you. Kiss his feet and thank
him for being so kind to you, and then praise and bless us both and wish us a
happy anniversary!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam.’
Master Simon sir, kind and merciful man that he is, then
switches places with his wife so that my lowly lips might have access to his
loafered feet:
‘Oh pray, master Simon sir, God bless you master Simon
sir for not having me whipped, sir! I am your slave, sir, and fully deserve to
wear the sting of your whip, sir. Oh but I do fear the whip, sir, so your manly
mercy towards me is much appreciated, most glorious and merciful master sir. I
kiss your feet in gratitude sir! And God bless you both, sirs, on your wedding anniversary,
sirs. I hope and pray that you have a wonderful holiday together, masters, and eagerly
anticipate your return so that I might hear all about your festivities,
masters, if you would be so kind and understanding to an helpless and unworthy
slave at your feet, master and mistress? God bless you both, masters!’
The happy couple laugh out loud at me as they turn to leave
the basement:
‘See ya, slave! Wouldn’t wanna be ya!’, chuckles Ms
Mukta madam as the lights are turned off and the door to the basement slams shut, leaving
me to rot alone in the pitch dark for a week of agonising hunger pains. My only
respite will be the pool of stagnant water to drink, and the memory of my
mistress and master’s shoes and socks that I have just kissed, until their
eventual return from holiday in a week’s time. Still, I must be thankful for
such small mercies and for the absence of any whip sting in my basement-confined back! I look forward to hearing all about their anniversary trip upon their return, should they be so kind.
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| Kissing my mistress Mukta's feet whilst she explains her and her husband's forthcoming absence |
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| The happy couple are off on holiday to celebrate their wedding anniversary. I must congratulate them! |
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| Ms Mukta's happy sock towers over my humble head as I kiss her outstretched sneaker through the bars of my basement cage |
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| This is a sock of power and of mastery over me. Her sock owns me! |
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| That's because I am her slave - and her husband's slave too! |
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| His manly shoes and socks are watching from outside the side of my cage |
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| As soon as he moves to the front of the cage I must kiss his feet too... |
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| ...by way of thanking him for not having me whipped for no apparent reason... |
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| ...thereby sparing me from the burning, biting STING of the WHIP in my back during the forthcoming week! |
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| Oh how grateful I am to the merciful master sir as I kiss his manly, loafered foot! |
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| The happy couple then turn to leave, switching off the light and slamming the basement door behind them... |
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| ...leaving me to rot alone in the dark with only the memory of their fabulous, anniversary shoes and socks for company! |
