Her Comfort Must Be Paramount

To her, I’m just a convenient place to sit whilst she enjoys her late-night cigarette. She doesn’t care that her SOCK is rubbing against the side of my confined face, or that all I can see is her sneaker. I’m just an anonymous slave in the stocks. I mean nothing to her.

And rightly so.

I just hope she is comfortable whilst she is seated above me, for the comfort of a superior mistress must always be paramount!

I can only hope and pray that the smoking mistress, a complete stranger to me, is comfortable sitting on top of me

For her comfort must be paramount...

...whilst she enjoys her cigarette

As for me, I have the 'honour' of feeling her SOCKED ANKLE digging into my right temple...

...and of smelling her Asian SNEAKER LEATHER!

Truly, I feel humbled in my ignominious position...

...trapped between the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of a beautiful young Asian woman

Whichever way I look all I can see is SNEAKER or SOCK

Especially SOCK!

The SOCKS of my BETTER!

Of a SUPERB young woman!

Of an Asian GODDESS! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! I feel such shame and powerlessness!

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After the Asian goddess has gone, a man comes to taunt me – a free master-sir. He asks me how I had liked it, having an ‘Asian bird’ sitting on top of me whilst she had been smoking her cigarette. He mockingly enquires as to whether I had had a ‘good view’ of her SNEAKERS and SOCKS from my ‘wooden window’? And don't I feel shame and ignominy at my degrading position?

He also, sarcastically, enquires as to my comfort and wellbeing in the stocks, feigning pity for my ‘sore neck’ which, he rightly says, must be in agony from its cramped and confined position?

When I humbly confirm to the master-sir, most politely and with the utmost slavish respect, that my neck is indeed in a goodly amount of pain sir, he laughs out loud at me, casually pokes me in my helpless eye, and then holds his leg up to my face for me to kiss the side of his long SOCK.

Once again, I feel utterly humiliated and devoid of any manhood. Which is precisely how it should be, for I am just a slave in the public stocks, at the mercy of all and sundry.

Mockingly asking me how I had liked it - being so close to an Asian girl's SNEAKERS and SOCKS?

Don't I feel shame and ignominy?

How is my confined neck? Is it sore?

The magnificent master-sir then pokes me in the eye...

...before standing up straight and having me kiss the side of his SOCK!

Oh the SHAME! Oh the HUMILIATION!

I am nothing but another man's SOCK-KISSER!

The SOCK of a STRANGER!

But of a much better man than me!

I have no choice. I am obliged, by Law, to kiss the man's SOCKED ANKLE, since he has presented it to me. Truly, I am at the mercy of all and sundry whilst I languish in the public stocks!


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