Whenever misses Mukta and Arabella madams pop out into the back
passageway for a cigarette and a chat, I am reminded of my lowliness and
worthlessness, as they ignore me completely and talk amongst themselves,
leaving me to study their SOCKS in abject, slavish silence. They don't even have me kiss their SHOES!
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| My mistress Mukta stands with her back towards me as she converses with her smoking companion, Ms Arabella madam |
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| The two bright young women obviously have better things to talk about than me... |
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| ...the lowly footslave at their feet! |
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| I therefore take the great, if humbling, opportunity to study the STITCHES in the back of Ms Mukta's SOCK |
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| Her other SOCK, sadly, is not visible to me, owing to her left sneaker being covered by her left jean leg! |
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| Of course, I remain alert towards Ms Arabella's SOCKS also, even though she is standing further away from me |
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| I am particularly intrigued and enamoured by the little pink lovehearts on her otherwise dark grey SOCKS |
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| My mistress Mukta's SOCKS, you see, are PLAIN GREY, with no decorative logos |
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| The pink lovehearts on Ms Arabella's SOCKS add an air of femininity to them... |
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| ...and remind me that she is a superb and wonderful young woman! |
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| Not that I am in any less awe of my mistress Mukta and her SOCKS! |
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| After all, her SOCKS own me, whereas Ms Arabella's SOCKS are just visiting! |
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