Barbecue Bozo

My mistress and master are enjoying a barbecue in their back garden whilst I, barbecue bozo that I am, must kneel at their feet and study their socks. No tasty barbecue tidbits for me! Just SOCKS!

Master and mistress enjoying a barbecue in their back garden on a sunny day

Meanwhile, I, being the barbecue bozo, must kneel at their feet in the shade

I am surrounded by their feet, shoes and socks

In particular, Ms Mukta's left sock is right next to my feckless, footslave forehead!

I can observe at humiliatingly close quarters the creases in her white socks

I contemplate my lowliness as I kneel next to her SOCK!

Her SOCKS have more freedom than me...

...as do the master-sir's neighbouring SOCKS!

His SOCKS own me too!

Truly, I am the slave of this marvellous couple's SOCKS!

Ms Mukta is oblivious to my suffering at her SOCKS as she chats merrily with her manly husband above me

I'm just a kneeling SOCK SLAVEY...

...obediently focussing on my mistress's SOCK

My humbling view of a CREASE in my mistress Mukta's LEFT SOCK!

Trapped between the happy, barbecuing couple's SOCKS!

I'm just a base BARBECUE BOZO and a silent SOCK NUMPTY!



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