I take foolish pride in my lowly place – sandwiched between
my mistress’s BOOTS and SOCKS on the floor of the bus – since my slave tongue is responsible
for maintaining the shine on the outsides of her BOOTS, and my bony old fingers
ensured the straightness of her SOCKS inside her BOOTS when I put them on her
FEET first thing this morning. It is now evening, and her BOOTSOCKS are still straight!
For her superior part, my mistress Mukta is proud to be a
slave owner, but thinks I am a rubbish slave. Hence her copious use of the WHIP
on my bony old back, to keep me in line. And rightly so!
Right now, however, I could not be
further from her thoughts, as she listens to her favourite podcast.
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| My pride of place - nestled between the BOOTS and SOCKS of my fabulous mistress |
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| I daren't even think about her above her BOOTS and SOCKS! |
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| I know my lowly place, and it's down here on the dirty floor of the bus at my mistress's FEET |
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| I am foolishly proud of the fact that her BOOTS are shiny and her SOCKS are straight |
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| I did that! |
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| For her haughty part, my mistress Mukta is blissfully unaware of the state of her BOOTS and SOCKS |
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| They are my concern, in my pathetic capacity as her lowly 'boot and sock slavey' |
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| That's what all her friends disparagingly call me - 'Mukta's boot and sock slavey'! |
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| And it's an apt nickname, for I am indeed the slave of her BOOTS and SOCKS... |
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| ...and of all her other FOOTWEAR! |
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| Meanwhile, my superb mistress listens to a podcast high above me... |
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| ...whilst I focus on my lowly station in life - that of being a beautiful young woman's despised BOOT and SOCK slave! |
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