My Lowly Position In Life (iii)

Another of Ms Mukta’s good friends, Ms Arabella madam, joins us, and yet again I find myself grovelling before the socks of another superior being to me, as befits a humble and pathetic sock slavey! 

All my mistress's guests and friends must have their feet kiss-greeted by me, the lowly sock slavey

That's my lowly role and position in life...

...to kowtow to my superiors' FEET, SHOES and SOCKS!

Master Billy sir is by now seated on the bed and enjoying a can of beer, as well as my humiliation!

I remain conscious of his manly SHOES and SOCKS...

...and the WHIP!

My mistress Mukta watches me like a hawk, making sure I show appropriate sock-slaveyish respect to her friend

Her own SOCKS are watching over me too!

Truly, I am surrounded by the FEET, SHOES and SOCKS of my betters!

I worship Ms Arabella madam's SHOES and SOCKS!

I deliberately keep my humble feetkissing head lower than her SOCKS, out of slavish respect for them

She switches feet several times beneath my kneeling face...

...laughing at me as I grovel helplessly before her...

...effectively in her POWER and at her MERCY!

For she only has to say the word to my mistress, and I shall be WHIPPED!

A lowly lip out of place - touching her SOCK without permission - would be enough to add to my stripes!

Those love hearts on her SOCKS are certainly not directed at me!

My only business is to study the individual STITCHES in her SOCKS. That's what sock slaveys do!


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