My mistress Mukta enjoys a relaxing coffee with her manly
husband, master Simon sir, in their local café whilst I nurse my wounds from my
latest punishment beating from the master-sir for insulting his wife by taking
my eyes momentarily off her socks earlier this morning.
I am feeling battered and bruised, but mostly ashamed.
Ashamed of my insolence and disrespectful attitude towards my mistress. I am
her personal sock slavey, after all. So master Simon sir was quite right to
punish me.
All I can do now to make up for my sins, is to study the
backs of my mistress’s socks intently and make sure I don’t take my eyes off
them again! God bless you master Simon sir, and thank you for correcting me,
master!
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Nursing my wounds, and my slavish bruised ego, As my master and mistress enjoy a coffee together |
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I must remain intently focussed on the backs of my mistress's SOCKS, as befits a good sock slavey |
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And let's face it, what's not to like about my mistress Mukta's SOCKS? |
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The stitching in them is SUPERLATIVE! |
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I fully deserved the beating I received from the master-sir for neglecting his wife's SOCKS! |
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I make sure to study BOTH her SOCKS on her feet, since they are BOTH my owners! |
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The black eye I received, courtesy of master Simon sir |
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It was fully deserved as I had earlier neglected to focus on his wife's SOCKS, albeit only for a few seconds |
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I am so ashamed of my actions! |
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Meanwhile master Simon sir is laughing and joking with his lovely wife high above me |
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He knows he has her loving approval for disciplining me! |
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I MUST not be distracted again from focussing on my mistress Mukta's SOCKS - not even by her husband's SOCKS! |