Unlike my master Simon sir, who is a chain smoker, his wife –
my mistress Mukta madam – is only a light smoker, though she does enjoy the
occasional cigarette whilst conversing with her friends. Here you see her
enjoying a sneaky cigarette with one of her good friends, Ms Arabella madam.
Not that my mistress Mukta’s smoking habits are any of my damn business! My
only business is to kneel, silently and unobtrusively, in between my mistress Mukta’s
ankles studying her socks, and to ponder how, though I am not free to enjoy a
cigarette, I am privileged to be in the presence of my mistress’s socked
ankles.
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Kneeling between my mistress Mukta's socked ankles as she smokes and converses with her good friend, Ms Arabella madam |
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The two girls, quite rightly, ignore me, as I am just an inferior being at their feet |
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At such times, I am acutely aware of my lowliness and ignominious position... |
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...trapped between a girl's socked ankles! |
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Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! |
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I'm just a girl's sock slave! |
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Of course, the Law states I must simultaneously 'have regard for' the socks of my mistress's interlocutor and fellow smoker... |
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...i.e. the socks of Ms Arabella madam |
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Her socks are a lighter shade of grey |
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But my primary focus must remain on my own mistress Mukta's dark grey socks... |
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...the ones closest to my face |
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That's because my mistress's socks own me! |