One Thing I've Learnt

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over my many years of domestic bondage and enslavement, thanks largely to the biting STING of the WHIP, it’s to always slavishly greet your masters when they return home by effusively welcoming them through the kissing of their feet. Better to kiss feet and be pleasing to your masters, than to earn their wrath and feel the warm embrace of their WHIP!

It is my master Simon sir - as the head of household, the Alpha male - who is first to step towards my face

He switches his loafered feet in front of me to facilitate my lowly lips in paying their labial homage to his SHOES

I like to kiss his SHOELACES, as they remind me of the LEATHER WHIP that awaits my back if I fail to please him!

If there's one thing I've learnt after years of enslavement, it's that it's better to KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP!

I humbly and reverentially study the master-sir's SOCK...

...the SOCK of a real man!

Meanwhile, my mistress's SOCKS look on, patiently awaiting their turn

I have already humbly clocked that my mistress Mukta's LEFT SOCK is CREASED around her ANKLE

I sense she may be pondering having me straighten her SOCK?

I certainly hope so, as actually touching your owner's SOCK is one of the greatest privileges a slave can have!

As master Simon sir heads on into the flat, my mistress Mukta steps forward to my face

She too has me kiss-greet BOTH her feet!

However, she does then order me to straighten her LEFT SOCK!

With fumbling, fearful fingers I set about the humble task in hand

I am fearful because one inadvertent touch of her bare skin will most assuredly reacquaint me with the WHIP!

I therefore focus intently on my demeaning and humiliating chore of straightening another human being's SOCK

Task successfully completed, Ms Mukta silently follows her husband into the apartment

I remain kneeling and submissive, as befits a trembling slave in the presence of his betters...

...and who must constantly live under the shadow of the WHIP

The WHIP, I say!

The WHIP!

I would dearly love  to follow my mistress to STRAIGHTENED-SOCK HEEL

But I must await any such order to do so

I'm just a slave and my role is to obey, not to try and second-guess what my master or mistress wish me to do next!


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