Ice Cream vs Socks

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!

'Which is the best, slave? My ice cream, or my creamy white socks?'

'Oh pray, mistress madam, if you will forgive me mistress Mukta madam, your SOCKS are the best, miss...

...for they are your SOCKS, on your feet, madam, and you are a goddess, miss, humbly begging your pardon, miss?'

My humbling view of Ms Mukta's creamy white RIGHT SOCK...

...from my ignominious WOODEN WINDOW!

Praise be unto her RIGHT SOCK!

And to her LEFT SOCK...

...an equally impressive CREAMY WHITE SOCK!

I continue to praise and bless my visitor's SOCKS, as befits a lowly and impotent prsisoner-slave in the STOCKS!

Ms Mukta licks her ice cream and orders me to kiss her on the SOCK, whilst making a rude gesture down at me...

...much to the gaoler master-sir's amusement!

I gratefully kiss the LEFT SOCK which she moves closer to my confined-in-wood face

The SOCK tastes creamy white!

I kiss it in several places, feeling the grooves in the thick, white stitching on my lowly, unworthy lips!

Meanwhile the gaoler master's SHOES and not so creamy-white STOCKINGS, watch on

But I am slavishly content as I now have a mouthful of soft, creamy white SOCK!

The SOCK of a WOMAN!

And not just any woman, but glorious Ms Mukta madam!

I live for her SOCKS. I only wish they would visit me more often!


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