Regular visitor to my dungeon cell, Ms Mukta madam, demands
that I praise-respect her long WHITE BOOTSOCKS:
‘Haha, look sockieboy, I’m wearing my nice long, WHITE
BOOTSOCKS – the ones you like – inside my BLACK LEATHER KNEEBOOTS! Verbally
praise my SOCKS, even though you can’t touch them!’
‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. God bless you, Ms Mukta madam,
and your WHITE SOCKS, mistress! Oh your fabulous SOCKS, madam, inside your
boots, miss! Oh woe is me that I cannot reach them with my menial mouth in
order to kiss, them miss! Oh joy! Oh bliss, to even see your SOCKS,
mistress, and to be in their exalted presence, madam!’
‘Mmm, that’s not worshipful enough, sock slavey! Praise
the CREASES in my SOCKTOPS, and then the individual STITCHES in my SOCKS, and ruminate
longingly on my SWEAT attached to those stitches deep inside my BOOTS, or I’ll
have you WHIPPED!’
‘Oh pray mistress Mukta madam, forgive me mistress Mukta
madam, this slave is indeed most admiring of your SOCK CREASES and STITCHES
madam, and yearns with every fibre of his lowly being to both SMELL and TASTE
the SWEATY AROMA of your FEET attached to those SOCK STITCHES which are deep
inside your BOOTS on the TOE and HEEL areas madam, if it is pleasing to you
madam and begging your female pardon and understanding madam please don’t have
me WHIPPED miss?’
‘Still not good enough, slave! I’m gonna ask my hubby to
WHIP you. Perhaps his WHIP will teach you proper respect and admiration for my
SOCKS?’
‘Oh pray, mistress madam, if it pleases you mistress
madam, the WHIP will indubitably teach me proper SOCK RESPECT for the
mistress-madam. Pray do implore your mighty husband to discipline me with the
WHIP madam, much as it pains me to beg so, mistress madam. I am an humble slave
at the mercy of your magnificent husband’s WHIP, and your superb WHITE SOCKS,
madam?’
‘Shut up now, pathetic sock slavey, and kiss my boots!’
I obediently shut up, and kiss the black leather BOOTS of
the woman who is going to have me WHIPPED because of a perceived lack of
adoration and respect on my lowly part for her long, WHITE BOOTSOCKS. God bless
Ms Mukta madam and her SOCKS!
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| Obediently praising Ms Mukta madam's LONG WHITE BOOTSOCKS which are peeking out over the tops of her BOOTS |
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| Praise be unto them! |
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| My humbling view of her SOCKTOP |
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| The wearer of the SOCKS, meanwhile, is seemingly unimpressed by a perceived lack of enthusiasm in my SOCK PRAISE! |
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| All I seek to do is PRAISE and PLEASE... |
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| ...to express my lowly admiration for the visitor's SUPERIOR SOCKS! |
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| I, literally, look up to the SOCK... |
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| ...as their wearer looks down on me! |
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| I beg both to be WHIPPED, and not to be WHIPPED! |
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| Such is the pathetic, lowly lot of an impotent SOCK SLAVEY... |
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| ...at the MERCY of a mistress's SOCKS, and her husband's WHIP! |
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| Mercy, SOCKS! Pray have mercy on an humble slave at your FEET? |