Reconnected

After what feels like an eternity, but must actually have been only one week, my master and mistress return from their anniversary holiday abroad. Ms Mukta kindly greets me:

‘Hi, sockieboy! We’re back! Did you miss our sockies while we were away? We’ve had a fabulous time – scuba diving; speed-boat racing; fabulous food and brilliant sunshine! Haha, what have you been up to while we’ve been away? Soiling yourself, by the smell of it?’

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam! Oh pray, master Simon sir! Welcome back masters. This slave is thrilled to hear of your adventures, masters, and apologises most profusely for the smell in his cage, masters. Please don’t beat me, masters!’

Ms Mukta laughs:

‘Simon honey, will you please punish him later for making such a mess in his cage, and then make him clean it out?’

‘Sure thing, darling!’

Ms Mukta then kindly addresses me again – her slave:

‘Right, well I expect you must be starving, sockieboy on account of you’re not having eaten for over a week? But first things first – kiss our feet and welcome us back!’

She shoves her sneakered foot through the bars of my cage for me to humbly kiss-respect. I kiss it avariciously, having been denied the taste of my mistress’s sneakers for over a week. I then equally enthusiastically kiss master Simon sir’s loafered feet, admiring his socks whilst I do so.

I wonder when exactly he will be punishing me for soiling my cage? I expect he will use the WHIP to beat me – and rightly so, for I deserve it!

I’m just grateful to be reconnected with the shoes and socks of my betters!

The basement door is unlocked and creaks open, the lights go on, and I hear the welcome sounds of my masters' footsteps as they walk towards me

Before anything else, Ms Mukta, quite rightly, has me kiss-greet her long lost feet

I mentally note she has changed her socks from her knee-highs to her white ankle socks

Master Simon sir then steps up to my cage with his ubiquitous, short black socks

I admire his socks as I kiss his feet through the bars of my basement cage

The socks of a real man; of a man who has just spent a wonderful holiday with his superb wife!

I can hear her laughing gleefully in the background as I kiss-respect her beloved husband's feet!

Truly I am blessed to be the slave of this dominant couple!

I wonder how harsh my forthcoming whipping will be for soiling my cage in my masters' absence?

I shall deserve all I get!

Such a mighty, magnificent sock! Pray have mercy on me, sock!

And Ms Mukta's socks too. Mercy socks! Oh mercy!

 At least I am now reconnected with the shoes and socks of my betters. Oh how I have missed them!

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