My mistress Mukta has me praise and bless her genius of a
husband, my master Simon sir, for inventing and designing the heavy cangue
around my neck.
I do so willingly, as my master Simon sir is undeniably a
genius!
‘Oh pray, master Simon sir. God bless you, most
magnificent master Simon sir, and thank you for inventing the heavy cangue
around my neck, master sir, as it compels me to look only at your SOCKS as I humbly
kiss your feet, sir. Sir, truly you are a genius, master sir, and it is my
privilege to be your and your beautiful wife’s footslave, sir, and to live at
your feet, masters.’
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| 'Praise and bless my hubby, slave, for making you your cangue... |
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| ...Tell him what a genius he is!' |
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| ‘Oh pray, master Simon sir. God bless you, most magnificent master Simon sir... |
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| ...and thank you for inventing the heavy cangue around my neck, master sir... |
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| ...as it compels me to look only at your SOCKS as I humbly kiss your feet, sir... |
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| ...Sir, truly you are a genius, master sir!' |
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| I am only too happy to acknowledge my master Simon sir's genius as the 'inventor' of my heavy cangue |
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| What a truly magnificent man... |
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| ...a demi-god! |
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| And what a privilege it is for the likes of lowly me to kiss his feet in front of his wife! |
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| I can smell his loafer shoeleather! |
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