How Do I Like It?
An unsympathetic and jubilant Ms Mukta madam asks me how I
am liking it in the ‘wonky stocks’, specifically designed by her husband to put
extra pain-pressure on my confined neck and shoulders? I respond, respectfully
and politely, that I do like it, but not that much madam. It is the only
polite and respectful answer a slave can possibly give to a mistress in such ignominious
circumstances.
She laughs (at me) and has me kiss her BOOTS!
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| My mistress Mukta madam need not fear about displaying her intimate undergarments to me |
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| I only have eyes for her SOCKS, as I respectfully respond to her mocking questions as to my wellbeing |
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| How she relishes the POWER she and her husband have over me! |
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| She next orders me to kiss her BOOTS... |
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| ...one after the other... |
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| ...before casually abandoning me to the wonky stocks |
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| She doesn't care if I'm in for yet another sleepless and uncomfortable night! |
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| Her own bed is snug and warm |
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| And she'll be curled up in it next to her manly husband - the very designer of mine own discomfort! |
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| Her SOCKS glisten in the moonlight |
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| I audaciously look up at her glistening SOCKTOPS from my wonky, wooden window... |
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| ...and praise and bless them! |











