Pathetic Socks Praiser

Mighty Ms Mukta madam – my supremely confident regular customer-mistress –  imposes her brand new cowgirl boots on my menial mouth. It is an honour for me to simultaneously taste and smell their fresh leather!

She also has me praise her socks.

New boots for Ms Mukta!

This is my chance to get to know them

And my first impressions are that they are very much to be admired - like all Ms Mukta's boots and shoes!

Her cowgirl-style boots tower over my humble head...

...along with her black SOCKS!

Ms Mukta madam has never been shy about showing off her SOCKTOPS!

and nor should she be - for they are the black SOCKTOPS of a GODDESS!

I dare not look at, or even think about, Ms Mukta above her SOCKTOPS!

Her BARE LEGS are none of my lowly business

I'm just a slave of BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS!

She orders me to praise her SOCKS

'Oh pray, Ms Mukta's socks. Oh beg! Oh bless! Truly you are wonderful and to be admired, Ms Mukta's fabulous black socks, madams!'

 

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