Feigning Sympathy

Regular visitors to my humble, confined head – Ms Mukta madam and her magnificent husband, master Simon sir – like to tease and torment me every time they see me. Ms Mukta, in particular, pulls a face of fake sympathy for me when she asks if the electric shocks from the ‘sock concentrator’ device are ‘very sore’ whenever it punishes me for being 'naughty' and for not focussing my menial mind on my customers’ socks?

She and her manly husband then laugh out loud at my obsequious and submissive response, when I reply that the superb concentrator device does indeed deliver a goodly amount of pain to my temples, but that I need that painful stimulus, begging her and her husband’s pardons, to remind me of my lowly place and of my inferiority to my betters and masters, if she and her husband would be so kind and understanding to a pathetic groundhead slave at their feet, most magnificent madam and master sir?

The happy couple then have me kiss their feet and concentrate on their socks!

Ms Mukta feigns sympathy for my 'sock concentrator' predicament

As her husband chuckles, she asks me if I like the pain of the sock-concentrator device whenever I am 'naughty'?

My humbling view of Ms Mukta's feet, sneakers and SOCKS! Must concentrate on the SOCKS!

I am then ordered to kiss her feet

Her superb hsband watches me with manly disdain as I do so

I kiss his lovely wife's foot...

...whilst focussing my eyes on her SOCKTOP...

...as befits a public humble head slave...

...who is ignominiously attached to a SOCK-CONCENTRATOR device!

My customers' SOCKS are my life!

An intensely LOWLY life!

All I can think about is their SOCKS...

...as I taste their SHOES!

Master Simon sir is content to watch at first...

...but soon ensures that his footwear is imposed on my menial, municipal mouth!

I must now focus on MAN-SOCK...

...as the wearer of the SOCK takes a puff on his masculine cigarette high above me!

My only concern is with the customer-master's SOCK

I study the stitching of the SOCK...

...whilst his wife's SOCKS look on!

SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!...

All is SOCKS!

The SOCKS of my BETTERS!

The SOCKS of my SUPERIORS!

The master's SOCK!


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