Having The Honour
Today I am having the inestimable honour of accompanying my mistress Mukta to a rendezvous in a local café with two of her best friends – master George sir and mistress Patricia madam. Of course, the honour being bestowed upon me comes with several slave-caveats:
- I must kneel beneath the café table at my betters’ feet
- I am only permitted to look at the backs of my mistress Mukta’s plain grey socks
- I must focus on those socks and not eavesdrop on the conversations of my betters high above me
- I am not permitted to partake in any of the delicious food or drink my betters are consuming
Still, it’s a rare treat for me to be allowed to accompany my mistress to heel outside the house!
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| It's a privileged position for a slave like me - being down amongst the feet of his betters |
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| Of course, the Law dictates that I must focus on the backs of my mistress's socks... |
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| ...since her socks are my legal owners |
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| My humbling view of the back of my mistress's plain, grey sock - including the creases! |
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| I make sure to fill my menial mind solely with respectful and worshipful thoughts about my mistress's socks |
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| That's because (again, according to the Law) I am not fit to think of anything other than my mistress's socks |
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| I study the stitching in her socks |
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| And the curvature of the sock around my mistress's shapely anklebone |
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| Her sock truly is a thing of great beauty, whereas I am garbage |
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| Her sock!...Her sock!...My mistress's SOCK!... |
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| Meanwhile, my betters ignore me as I kneel in the cafe beneath their feet |










