The Gifts That Keep On Giving

'Kiss my f**king boots, slave!’

Ms Mukta madam is not in a very festive mood as I am brusquely ordered to kiss her boots in the freezing cold. Even so, a glimpse of her festive socks inside the boots warms the cockles of my confined heart!

That’s because Ms Mukta’s socks are the gifts that keep on giving!

'Kiss my f**king boots, slave!’

I obediently kiss the cold exterior of Ms Mukta's non-festive boot

But her festive0themed sock simultaneously warms the  cockles of my heart as it warms her shapely, feminine ankle

What a privilege, what an honour - to be afforded a fleeting glimpse of such a wonderful sock!

I can even see the individual stitches in the sock!

The sock looms over my confined face...

...as my humble head is bowed before it...

...and my menial mouth pays lip-service to the boot!

Truly these are the boots and socks of my better - and they MUST be respected!

Boots...socks...snow...fear...

...this is my Xmas!

Ms Mukta silently turns her back on me...

...as she walks off uncaringly into the silent night

She doesn't care if I freeze to death!

SHE is well wrapped-up against the biting cold, and is the one heading for warmth! 

But her festive socks are the gifts that keep on inadvertently giving...

...as I continue to catch glimpses of them beneath her jeans!

These are my presents...

...my cold and haughty mistress's SOCKS!

Merry Xmas, Ms Mukta's socks! God bless you, socks!

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