Thicky Slave
My clever mistress Mukta gets on with her work on her laptop high above me whilst I, the thicky slave, study her socks.
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My clever mistress is at work on her laptop high above me whilst I study the backs of her socks |
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That's because I'm just a thick slave - incapable of thinking of anything above my mistress's socks |
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Studying her socks stretches the very limits of my puny brain! |
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The intricate weave of her socks mesmerises me! |
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I realise, of course, that her sock is more high-class, more important and more intricate than me |
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It is a higher being - being the sock of a young woman! |
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I humbly switch my attention to her other sock |
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Again, I am entranced by the intricate weave of her sock... |
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...even though just a tiny slither of her sock is visible above her sneaker rim |
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MUST study the visible area of sock! |
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The SOCK!... The SOCK!... My mistress's SOCK!... |
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...Her SOCK! |
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ALL is SOCK, and SOCK is ALL! |
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SOCK! |
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God bless my mistress's SOCKS! |
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BOTH of them! |
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The object of my slavish fascination... |
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...a girl's SOCK! |
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The pretty face of the clever wearer of the sock |
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The face of the thicky, sock-studying slave! |