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!

It's a privileged position for a slave like me - being down amongst the feet of his betters

Of course, the Law dictates that I must focus on the backs of my mistress's socks...

...since her socks are my legal owners

My humbling view of the back of my mistress's plain, grey sock - including the creases!

I make sure to fill my menial mind solely with respectful and worshipful thoughts about my mistress's socks

That's because (again, according to the Law) I am not fit to think of anything other than my mistress's socks

I study the stitching in her socks

And the curvature of the sock around my mistress's shapely anklebone

Her sock truly is a thing of great beauty, whereas I am garbage

Her sock!...Her sock!...My mistress's SOCK!...

Meanwhile, my betters ignore me as I kneel in the cafe beneath their feet


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