My mistress Mukta and master Simon sir are celebrating 15
years of my enslavement to them as I languish in the ‘wonky stocks’ at the
bottom of their suburban garden. Ms Mukta madam crouches down to, somewhat
drunkenly, faux apologise to me for ‘forgetting’ to bring me a drink to
celebrate my anniversary with them, though, as she points out, both she and her
husband have drinks in their hands!
I most humbly thank my pretty mistress for her kind apology,
but respectfully point out that, as a
slave, I am forbidden by Law from consuming alcohol, mistress, if you would be
so kind and understanding mistress praise be unto both you and the master-sir
mistress?
She laughs, and says that’s alright then, and suggests that
I just kiss her feet instead and admire her ‘sockies’. She suggests 15 kisses
to each of her sneakers, to celebrate my 15 years of enslavement and that I am
looking forward to another 15 years of bondage to her and her husband!
I can observe that Ms Mukta is wearing her short, white
sneaker socks inside her sneakers this evening, so I am indeed most grateful
for the humbling opportunity to study her white socktops up-close and personal
whilst I kiss-congratulate her feet on owning me for 15 years and for what will
be another 15 years going forwards (assuming I live that long, of course!)
Master Simon sir drunkenly laughs at me as I slavishly kiss
his wife’s feet and study her socks.
 |
| Ms Mukta faux apologising to me for 'forgetting' to bring me a celebratory drink! |
 |
| She says she had wanted to celebrate the 15th anniversary of my enslavement to her, along with her husband |
 |
| I humbly accept Ms Mukta's faux apology as I study her short, white sneaker socks |
 |
| My humbling view of my mistress's left sock |
 |
| My equally humbling view of her right sock! |
 |
| Ms Mukta kindly suggests that, instead of a celebratory drink I kiss her feet... |
 |
...15 times on each sneaker to celebrate my 15 years of bondage and 15 more years of bondage to come!
|
 |
Oh I do hope I survive long enough to serve Ms Mukta's sneakers and socks for a further 15 years!
|
 |
| As Ms Mukta and her husband become increasingly inebriated by their celebratory drinks high above me... |
 |
| I drink in something more appropriate for a slave like me... |
 |
| ...the sight of my mistress's SOCKS! I simultaneously taste dirty SNEAKER, as opposed to ALCOHOL! |
 |
| It is a taste FIT for a FOOTSLAVE! |
 |
| Oh to taste those CREAMY, WHITE SOCKS as well! |
 |
| The SOCKS of my owner |
 |
| Ms Mukta's SOCKS! |
