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!
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| Having the immeasurable honour of accompanying my mistress's SNEAKERED and SOCKED feet to the burger bar |
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| I must focus on her SOCKS whilst she ponders what food to have |
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| There will be no food for me... |
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| ...only the sight of her SOCKS |
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| And rightly so, for I am just a SOCK SLAVEY! |
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| My mistress's SOCKS are my only food for thought! |
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| I am not worthy to even think of her above her SOCKS... |
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| ...let alone concern myself with the emptiness of my own selfish stomach! |
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| I am a SLAVE and my only business is with my mistress's SOCKS |
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| As she ponders which delicious food to order for herself high above me... |
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| ...my own slavish hunger doesn't even cross her magnificent mind! |
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| I'm just a 'thing' at her feet - a thing that studies her SOCKS as she goes about her daily business! |











