My master Simon sir is an ingenious and inventive man, often
creating devices which reinforce my bondage and enslavement to him and his
lovely wife. Here you see me having to wear a so-called ‘heavy cangue’,
invented and designed by my superb master-sir to add to my sense of
slavish humiliation and degradation as I am being reprimanded by my mistress,
his lovely wife, for allegedly ‘taking my eyes off’ her SOCKS for just a few
split seconds whilst she was talking to another mistress.
It's a false accusation, as I would never take my eyes
off my mistress Mukta’s SOCKS. They’re fabulous! However, after she has
slapped me for my perceived disrespecting of her SOCKS, the heavy cangue
actually helps me to lower my nugatory neck towards my mistress’s angry,
outstretched foot for apologetic kissing of it on my humble behalf, as befits a
chastened slave begging his mistress-madam for forgiveness!
Praise be to the heavy cangue! And praise be to magnificent master Simon
sir for inventing it!
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| Me being reprimanded by my mistress Mukta madam for disrespecting her SOCKS, whilst wearing the heavy cangue |
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| My angry mistress SLAPS me across the side of my kneeling face, to her husband's great delight! |
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| She then presents her right foot to me for apology-kissing |
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| My mistress is erroneous in her belief that I had taken my humble eyes off her SOCKS |
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| I would never do such a thing. Her SOCKS are my life and I am 100% loyal to them! |
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| But, even when she is mistaken, a mistress is always right, and must be respected as such by her slave! |
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| I study the affronted SOCKS as I kiss-apologise to her SHOE |
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| Better to accept one's mistress's reprimand, and apologetically KISS FEET, than feel the STING of her husband's WHIP! |
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| Meanwhile, the glorious HEAVY CANGUE, invented and constructed by my clever master-sir, facilitates me in my humility |
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| It weighs down my nugatory, apologetic neck as I kiss-respect my mistress's outstretched FOOT |
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| The SPIKES in the demeaning device ensure that my humble, footkissing head is kept low... |
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| ...and the cangue itself is a visible demonstration of my enslavement and powerlessness towards my master and mistress! |
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Truly, I am at their joint mercy!
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My master's SOCKS watch on...
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| ...as my menial mouth makes humble apology to my mistress's SHOES and SOCKS... |
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| ...all facilitated by the ingenious HEAVY CANGUE! |
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| Praise be to the CANGUE! |
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| And to its manly inventor, my master Simon sir! |
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| The CANGUE certainly keeps me in my place... |
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| ...which is at my mistress's FEET, staring at her SOCKS... |
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| ...studying the STITCHING in the SOCKS, as befits a feckless footslave! |
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| Praise be unto my mistress's SOCKS! |
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| I am happy to apologise to them for my perceived slight towards them |
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| God bless my mistress and her SOCKS! |
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| And God bless master Simon sir for inventing the HEAVY, SPIKED CANGUE around my scrawny old neck! |
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