I know my place, and it is kneeling behind my mistress Mukta’s
socks, focussing on them whilst she converses with her friend on the street,
until such time as I am ordered to kiss her friend’s feet, when I must switch
my socklslavish attention to her friend’s socks!
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Kneeling dutifully behind my mistress Mukta's socks as befits a devoted sock servant |
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I dare not even look up admiringly at her sock creases without her explicit permission! |
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My humble role is to study the lower areas of her socks |
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NOT the uppers! |
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Of course, I am mindful of her friend and interlocutor's shoes and socks in the distance |
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Not least because they are the shoes and socks of a lively and vivacious young woman |
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And, in all likelihood, I shall soon be ordered by my mistress to kiss her friend's feet! |
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My mistress likes humiliating me in that way in front of her friends! |
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Truly I am the slave of everyone's SHOES and SOCKS! |
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'Slave, kiss miss Melanie's feet this instant!' |
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'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam.' |
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The wearer of the outstretched sneaker giggles above me as I make contact with its toe area via my lowly lips! |