15th Anniversary

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!


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