Residual Shoedirt
Ms Mukta sits on top of me on the wonky stocks compelling me to look down at her residual shoedirt-stains from where she had just been standing on the wooden footblock beneath my face.
Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating!
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| As if my position wasn't uncomfortable enough... | 
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| ...my mistress Mukta's SOCKED LEG bears down on my humble, confined head... | 
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| ...thereby requiring me to examine her residual shoedirt stains from where she had previously been standing! | 
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| Paradoxically, I can feel the SOFTNESS of her WHITE SOCK pushing my neck downwards | 
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| I would much rather be looking up at that SOCK! | 
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| And Ms Mukta knows it, which is why my silly-sockieboy situation is causing her great mirth! | 
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| Oh how POWERLESS I feel! | 
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| Unable to determine which parts of my mistress's SOCKS I can look at! | 
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| My only option is to painfully strain my neck sideways in order to look at her other SOCKED ANKLE... | 
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| ...which is DANGLING next to my CONFINED FACE! | 
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| Still, some SOCK is better than no SOCK! | 
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| My lowly eyes are even level with some CREASES in my mistress Mukta's SOCKS! | 
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| I am a late-night SOCK CREASE STUDIER... | 
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| ...worth less even than the CREASES in my MISTRESS'S SOCKS! | 
 
 
