Immeasurable Honour

Once again, I have the immeasurable honour of following my mistress Mukta to SNEAKERED and SOCKED heel as she stuffs her face at her local fast-food restaurant. Needless to say, once again also, there will be no food for me – not even her greasy leftovers or a cold french fry – since she doesn’t care about my stomach; only her own. And rightly so!

Having the immeasurable honour of accompanying my mistress's SNEAKERED and SOCKED feet to the burger bar

I must focus on her SOCKS whilst she ponders what food to have

There will be no food for me...

...only the sight of her SOCKS

And rightly so, for I am just a SOCK SLAVEY!

My mistress's SOCKS are my only food for thought!

I am not worthy to even think of her above her SOCKS...

...let alone concern myself with the emptiness of my own selfish stomach!

I am a SLAVE and my only business is with my mistress's SOCKS

As she ponders which delicious food to order for herself high above me...

...my own slavish hunger doesn't even cross her magnificent mind!

I'm just a 'thing' at her feet - a thing that studies her SOCKS as she goes about her daily business!


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