Ms Mukta and her husband are gloriously tormenting their
slave in their deliberately wonky set of back garden, punishment stocks:
‘Haha, that’s right, Mukta babe! Dig your socks into the
sides of his humble head. Really make him feel your socks rubbing against his
cheeks!’
‘Haha, how do you like it, slave? Do you like the feel of
my socks digging into your temples? Can you see the stitches in my socks?’
‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam. Oh pray master Simon sir. Truly
this slave is humbled by the sight and feel of the mistress’s socks on the
sides of his face, masters. Please don’t squeeze me too tight, mistress, I beg
thee! I fear you, mistress madam, and your socks!’
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| ‘Haha, that’s right, Mukta babe! Dig your socks into the sides of his humble head!' |
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| ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam... Truly this slave is humbled by the sight and feel of the mistress’s socks on the sides of his face... |
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| ...Please don’t squeeze me too tight, mistress!' |
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| The slave can not only feel his mistress's SOCKS... |
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| ...He can also see and hear them as they rustle against the sides of his ignominiously confined face! |
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| Plus, he has a truly humbling view of the CREASES in his mistress's SOCKS! |
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| Haha - the fool hardly knows which way to look from the confines of his 'wooden window' |
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| For it is a vista dominated by SOCKS... |
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| ...his mistress's CREASED SOCKS! |
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| The SOCKS of his BETTER! |
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| The SOCKS of his OWNER! |
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| She and her husband DELIGHT in tormenting him thus! |
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| And, as if to add INSULT to INJURY, the slave is very conscious of the proximity of his master's SOCKS also! |
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| Truly he is trapped amongst the SOCKS of his BETTERS - where he belongs! |
