My mistress Mukta and her husband, my master Simon sir,
delight in informing me that they will soon be off on their annual holiday to foreign
climes. What really floats their boat, however, is the knowledge that I can’t
go anywhere, as only they have the keys to my dungeon cell, and I must therefore remain
here and rot, anxiously awaiting their return!
Ms Mukta kindly suggests that I kiss her sneakers as a humbling
memento for me of her shoes and socks until she gets back. I eagerly do so, studying
the stitching and the creasing in her socks, so that I will have much to ponder
whilst she is sunning herself on some exotic beach with her handsome husband.
Master Simon sir finds my slavish devotion to his wife’s
shoes and socks amusing. He is happy to pay his much more manly devotions to the rest of her!
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| Ms Mukta kindly leaving me with a memento of her SHOES and SOCKS... |
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| ...by allowing me to kiss her SNEAKERS... |
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| ...and study her SOCKS |
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| The memory of her SNEAKERS and SOCKS is what will keep me going whilst she and her husband are away on holiday! |
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| I study hard the soft CREASES in her socks... |
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| ...since it is those which shall most preoccupy my menial mind whilst she is away! |
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| Meanwhile, behind her SOCKS, stand the SOCKED ANKLES of her magnificent husband, my master-sir! |
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| Ms Mukta kindly switches her FEET several times in front of my FACE... |
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| ...so that I might get to know BOTH her SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| I look up to and envy her SOCKS - going away on holiday with her! |
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| I wish I could accompany my master and mistress also, if only in the humble capacity of their SOCK SERVANT! |
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| Ms Mukta teasingly jangles the keys to my cell in her hand. We both know she will never set me free! |
