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!
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| Diligently studying my master Simon sir's sweaty, discarded socks on the bedroom floor |
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| There is much to admire in his manly socks... |
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| ...as they lie crumpled on the floor... |
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| ...including the thick weave of the socks! |
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| Suddenly, Ms Mukta's sneakered feet appear in front of my sock-studying face |
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| These are the feet of my master's wife. She asks me what I am doing, and I humble explain my sock-studying activity |
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| She orders me to kiss her feet |
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| As I shuffle forwards on my hands and knees and do so... |
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| ...I get a good view of her socks! |
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| Lovely, plain grey socks... |
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| ...again, with a thick weave to the sock! |
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| But these are female socks, and must, therefore, be respected all the more! |
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| Having kiss-respected Ms Mukta's sneakers, I am ordered by her to kiss her husband's crumpled socks 10,000 times reach! |
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| I hastily obey as soon as my mistress turns to depart |
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| My senses are now well and truly regaled by the smell, sight, feel and taste of my master Simon's SOCKS! |
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| Truly I am this happy couple's SOCK SLAVEY! Their SOCKS rule my lowly life - both on and off their feet! |