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!
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Master and mistress enjoying a barbecue in their back garden on a sunny day |
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Meanwhile, I, being the barbecue bozo, must kneel at their feet in the shade |
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I am surrounded by their feet, shoes and socks |
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In particular, Ms Mukta's left sock is right next to my feckless, footslave forehead! |
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I can observe at humiliatingly close quarters the creases in her white socks |
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I contemplate my lowliness as I kneel next to her SOCK! |
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Her SOCKS have more freedom than me... |
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...as do the master-sir's neighbouring SOCKS! |
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His SOCKS own me too! |
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Truly, I am the slave of this marvellous couple's SOCKS! |
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Ms Mukta is oblivious to my suffering at her SOCKS as she chats merrily with her manly husband above me |
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I'm just a kneeling SOCK SLAVEY... |
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...obediently focussing on my mistress's SOCK |
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My humbling view of a CREASE in my mistress Mukta's LEFT SOCK! |
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Trapped between the happy, barbecuing couple's SOCKS! |
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I'm just a base BARBECUE BOZO and a silent SOCK NUMPTY! |