My master and mistress relax on the bed in their socked feet.
Meanwhile, I must kneel on the floor at the end of the bed, and discreetly sniff
the insides of their still-warm and moist shoes.
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My place is at the foot of the bed, smelling my betters' discarded SHOES |
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They are lying beside one another on tp of the bed in their SOCKED FEET |
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It's not often you see Ms Mukta's SOCKED TOES |
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I love her SOCKS! There are so many different areas of STITCHING to admire! |
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I have equal slavish respect for my MASTER'S SOCKS |
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His BLACK, MANLY SOCKS! |
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But, right now, it's the residual sweat from his SOCKS that I am inhaling from deep within his SHOE |
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Just because the MISTRESS'S discarded SNEAKERS are nearby doesn't mean I can neglect to sniff the MASTER'S SHOES |
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A SLAVE must show no favouritism towards either his MASTER or his MISTRESS! |
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Of course, the MASTER'S SHOES, as you might expect, smell more PUNGENT and VINEGARY |
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But it is a SMELL fit for a FOOTSLAVE! |
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SOCKS, SHOES, SMELLS... Such is my lowly life! |