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!
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| 'You kiss my feet, slave... |
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| ...you just a damn slave!' |
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| I somehow sense that Ms Kadal madam, and her SOCKS, would like to own me |
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| And I have no doubt they would enjoy treating me harshly! |
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| I therefore eye up nervously my would-be owner's SOCKS! |
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| I can imagine being BEATEN for displeasing them! |
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| But I would certainly try my ANKLE-LEVEL best to be a good slave to Ms Kadal and her SOCKS! |
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| It is always better for a slave to be pleasing to his owner and their SOCKS, than to feel the STING of the WHIP! |
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| Meanwhile, the SOCKS that currently own me stand menacingly behind me... |
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| ...along with their WHIP! |
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| The SOCKS and the WHIP of my glorious mistress Mukta madam! |
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| As far as I know, I am not (yet) up for sale! |
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