Regular visitor to my subterranean dungeon, Ms Mukta madam,
mockingly asks me which I prefer – her creamy white ice cream or her creamy
white SOCKS? For me, of course, there can be no contest – her SOCKS win
every time! Not least because I cannot see her ice cream!
Fortunately for me, Ms Mukta kindly orders me to kiss her on the SOCK, albeit whilst making a rude and contemptuous gesture down at me!
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'Which is the best, slave? My ice cream, or my creamy white socks?' |
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'Oh pray, mistress madam, if you will forgive me mistress Mukta madam, your SOCKS are the best, miss... |
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...for they are your SOCKS, on your feet, madam, and you are a goddess, miss, humbly begging your pardon, miss?' |
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My humbling view of Ms Mukta's creamy white RIGHT SOCK... |
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...from my ignominious WOODEN WINDOW! |
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Praise be unto her RIGHT SOCK! |
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And to her LEFT SOCK... |
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...an equally impressive CREAMY WHITE SOCK! |
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I continue to praise and bless my visitor's SOCKS, as befits a lowly and impotent prsisoner-slave in the STOCKS! |
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Ms Mukta licks her ice cream and orders me to kiss her on the SOCK, whilst making a rude gesture down at me... |
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...much to the gaoler master-sir's amusement! |
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I gratefully kiss the LEFT SOCK which she moves closer to my confined-in-wood face |
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The SOCK tastes creamy white! |
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I kiss it in several places, feeling the grooves in the thick, white stitching on my lowly, unworthy lips! |
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Meanwhile the gaoler master's SHOES and not so creamy-white STOCKINGS, watch on |
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But I am slavishly content as I now have a mouthful of soft, creamy white SOCK! |
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The SOCK of a WOMAN! |
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And not just any woman, but glorious Ms Mukta madam! |
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I live for her SOCKS. I only wish they would visit me more often! |