'Simon honey, would you please lock sockieboy in the
stocks overnight? He’s been doing my head in with all his grovelling and
whining!’
‘Sure thing, darling! Would you like me to WHIP him as
well?’
‘Nah, just let him shiver in the stocks overnight. I’ll
have him kiss my feet 1000 times in the morning. That should teach him a
lesson!’
Ms Mukta madam, whose female wrath I have clearly incurred,
is referring to the wonky, but firm, set of wooden stocks cleverly constructed
by her husband, master Simon sir, in their back garden. It’s freezing outside
tonight, so I am clearly in for a sleepless night of shivering in the bitter
cold, followed by the warmth of my mistress’s sneakers as I kiss-respect them
on her feet 1000 times first thing in the morning. A fitting punishment for an irritant
footslave!
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'Simon honey, would you please lock sockieboy in the stocks overnight?' |
Outside in the cold, master Simon sir duly fulfils his
beloved wife’s wishes by securing me in the stocks:
‘Let this be a lesson to you, slave! And when you kiss my
wife’s feet tomorrow morning and thank her for your overnight punishment, make
sure you do so with humility and respect, or I will WHIP you! Now kiss my
feet!’
‘Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. Thanking you
kindly, master Simon sir.’
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‘Let this be a lesson to you, slave!... Now kiss my feet!’ |
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‘Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. Thanking you kindly, master Simon sir.’ |
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Applying my lowly, freezing lips to master Simon sir's outstretched shoe |
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My humbling, close-up view of my master's SOCK! |
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I MUST be pleasing to the master sir, otherwise he will WHIP me! |
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And I fear the WHIP more than I fear the SHOE and SOCK! |
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Always better to KISS FEET than to FEEL WHIP! |
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Dirt. Frost. SHOE! SOCK! |
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I am shivering with FEAR as well as the COLD! |
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I repeatedly kiss my superior master's FEET |
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And tomorrow morning, I shall be doing the same to his WIFE'S FEET! |