In my lowly world, there is nothing more important than my mistress's SOCKS! That's why it is such an honour for me to study her SOCKS close-up and personal whenever she stands over me in the back passageway leading up to her house whilst she enjoys a sneaky cigarette.
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| Ms Mukta casually leans against a wall over me whilst she enjoys a sneaky cigarette.... |
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| ...and catching up with her text messages on her phone |
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| I am surrounded by her SNEAKERS and SOCKS |
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| Having one of her SOCKS directly in front of my face, even though it's only a sliver of SOCK, is truly an HONOUR! |
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| Her other SOCK, meanwhile, nestles against my humble head. I can feel it, even if I can't see it! |
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| But my primary focus, needless to say, is on her left SOCK - the one in front of my face! |
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| I audaciously raise my eyes up to the sliver of LEFT SOCK! |
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| I silently study the lines of STITCHING in her LEFT SOCK, and admire them |
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| This is, after all, the SOCK of my fabulous mistress! |
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| Her SOCK! I'm looking at her SOCK! |
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| Her SOCK!.. Mistress Mukta's SOCK... |
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| ...right in front of my confined FACE! |
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| I bow my humble head in shame and in admiration for her superior SOCK! |
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| I only wish I could touch the SOCK - if only to kiss it! |
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| But my mistress Mukta seems oblivious to my SOCK SLAVISHNESS beneath her! |
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| Sadly, all I can do is look at her SUPERB LEFT SOCK... Her SOCK!... Her SOCK!... My mistress's GREY SOCK! |
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