Obedient Sock Studier

I am diligently studying my master Simon sir’s sweaty, discarded socks on the bedroom floor, when his wife, my mistress Mukta, enters the room:

‘What are you doing, slavey?’

‘Oh pray mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you mistress Mukta madam, I am studying the master sir’s socks, miss, on account of his socks being my masters, miss, if you would be so kind and understanding madam?’

‘Kiss my feet and then kiss-respect your master’s socks 10,000 times each!’

‘Yes mistress Mukta madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress.’

I duly kiss Ms Mukta’s outstretched feet, one after the other, before obediently kiss-respecting her husband’s sweaty, used socks on the floor in a manner befitting a happy couple’s pathetic, household sock slavey!

Diligently studying my master Simon sir's sweaty, discarded socks on the bedroom floor

There is much to admire in his manly socks...

...as they lie crumpled on the floor...

...including the thick weave of the socks!

Suddenly, Ms Mukta's sneakered feet appear in front of my sock-studying face

These are the feet of my master's wife. She asks me what I am doing, and I humble explain my sock-studying activity

She orders me to kiss her feet

As I shuffle forwards on my hands and knees and do so...

...I get a good view of her socks!

Lovely, plain grey socks...

...again, with a thick weave to the sock!

But these are female socks, and must, therefore, be respected all the more!

Having kiss-respected Ms Mukta's sneakers, I am ordered by her to kiss her husband's crumpled socks 10,000 times reach!

I hastily obey as soon as my mistress turns to depart

My senses are now well and truly regaled by the smell, sight, feel and taste of my master Simon's SOCKS!

Truly I am this happy couple's SOCK SLAVEY! Their SOCKS rule my lowly life - both on and off their feet!


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