The Weight Of His Sock

‘Haha, that’s right slavey. Kiss my boots. Kiss the dirtiest parts!’

Ms Mukta enjoys humiliating me during one of her visits with her husband to their back-garden stocks, in which I am kept permanently confined!

I cannot, of course, see my mistress’s socks inside her wellington boots (though I’m guessing she’s wearing her thick, plain grey bootsocks?) But I can most certainly feel the weight of master Simon sir’s shoe and sock bearing down on top of my humble, bootkissing head!

‘Haha, that’s right slavey. Kiss my boots...

...Kiss the dirtiest parts!’

Master Simon sir's loafered and socked foot deftly pushes down my humble head onto his wife's dirty, rubber boot!

I feel the weight of his shoe and sock bearing down on me...

...especially his SOCK!

Meanwhile, my lowly lips are compelled to kiss dirty green rubber whilst my nugatory nostrils inhale the aroma of the same!

I must KISS-RESPECT my mistress's dirty, wellington BOOTS!

You can see from the expression on her pretty face how much I disgust her!

I can tell just from the tone of her voice how much she (quite rightly) DESPISES me!

Her husband finds my humiliation at his wife's booted feet both amusing and immensely satisfying!

You see, he invented the 'wonky' stocks - clever MAN that he is!

All the more galling, therefore, that I should now have to endure the pressure of his manly SOCK on my confined head!


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