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!
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| 'Kiss my f**king boots, slave!’ |
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| I obediently kiss the cold exterior of Ms Mukta's non-festive boot |
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| But her festive0themed sock simultaneously warms the cockles of my heart as it warms her shapely, feminine ankle |
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| What a privilege, what an honour - to be afforded a fleeting glimpse of such a wonderful sock! |
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| I can even see the individual stitches in the sock! |
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| The sock looms over my confined face... |
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| ...as my humble head is bowed before it... |
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| ...and my menial mouth pays lip-service to the boot! |
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| Truly these are the boots and socks of my better - and they MUST be respected! |
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| Boots...socks...snow...fear... |
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| ...this is my Xmas! |
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| Ms Mukta silently turns her back on me... |
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| ...as she walks off uncaringly into the silent night |
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| She doesn't care if I freeze to death! |
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| SHE is well wrapped-up against the biting cold, and is the one heading for warmth! |
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| But her festive socks are the gifts that keep on inadvertently giving... |
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| ...as I continue to catch glimpses of them beneath her jeans! |
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| These are my presents... |
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| ...my cold and haughty mistress's SOCKS! |
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| Merry Xmas, Ms Mukta's socks! God bless you, socks! |



















