My mistress Mukta madam mockingly stops to ask me if I need
anything as she is on her way out to the shops. It’s a wholly sarcastic
question because she knows full well that, as a slave, I am entitled to
nothing. Nevertheless, I must dignify her nugatory question with a polite and obsequious response:
‘Oh pray mistress Mukta madam, thanking you kindly for
your kind question, mistress, but this slave wants for nothing, madam,
especially now that the mistress’s shoe is on his mouth, mistress, if you would
be so kind and understanding to a humble slave at your feet, most glorious
mistress?’
She laughs out loud at my undignified response and casts a
disparaging backwards glance down at me as she then marches off to the shops!
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| Mockingly asking me, her back passageway fotslave, if I require anything from the shops? |
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| It's a nugatory, sarcastic question, of course! |
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| But I dignify it with an obsequious and craven response as I kiss-respect my mistress's LOAFER SHOES... |
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| ...and study the STITCHING in her SOCKS! |
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| As a mere footslave, I of course have no right to anything from the shops... |
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| ...and no need of anything in my lowly life, other than a regular tasting of my mistress's SHOES! |
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| And she knows it! |
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| Nevertheless, my mistress never wastes an opportunity to mock me in my helplessness and impotence at her feet |
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| She casts a mocking, disparaging backwards glance down at me as she continues on her merry way... |
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| ...leaving me feeling humiliated... |
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| ...yet at the same time privileged... |
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| ...to have had her BLACK LOAFER SHOELEATHER on my lowly lips! |
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