Not For Sale

My mistress invites her good friend, Ms Kadal madam, to use me in the wonky stocks my master has kindly built for me in their back garden. I think Ms Kadal madam has secret ambitions of one day owning me herself! But, as far as I know, I’m not for sale!

'You kiss my feet, slave...

...you just a damn slave!'

I somehow sense that Ms Kadal madam, and her SOCKS, would like to own me

And I have no doubt they would enjoy treating me harshly!

I therefore eye up nervously my would-be owner's SOCKS!

I can imagine being BEATEN for displeasing them!

But I would certainly try my ANKLE-LEVEL best to be a good slave to Ms Kadal and her SOCKS!

It is always better for a slave to be pleasing to his owner and their SOCKS, than to feel the STING of the WHIP!

Meanwhile, the SOCKS that currently own me stand menacingly behind me...

...along with their WHIP!

The SOCKS and the WHIP of my glorious mistress Mukta madam!

As far as I know, I am not (yet) up for sale!


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