My Lowly Territory

As a Gynarchy houseslave, I am often required to kiss-greet the feet of my master and mistress’s guests. It goes with my lowly territory!

And WHIP BETIDE me if I fail to be pleasing to our esteemed guest! 

Kiss-greeting the feet of my mistress's guest, under the watchful eye of my aforementioned mistress!

Indeed, the two young woman are, quite rightly, looking down upon me with female contempt...

...as my feckless, furrowed forehead brushes ignominiously against the sweet guest's soft, feminine SOCK!

I feel honoured to be touching such a superb SOCK, even if it is only with my bowed forehead!

From my lowly position, I study the STITCHING in the SOCK

And the various CREASES!

The esteemed guest's SOCK CREASES mirror my furrowed brow!

Meanwhile, the uktra short WHITE SNEAKER SOCKS of my mistress Mukta look disparagingly on!

Truly, I am surrounded by feminine-white SOCKS OF GREATNESS!

My lowly life is dominated by such SOCKS....

...the SOCKS of my BETTERS!

Mine is indeed a lowly filled with SOCK...

..other people's SOCKS!

My mistress's SOCKS!... Her WHITE SOCKS!

I submit to the SOCKS of my mistresss and her friend

How dare I even think about my pretty mistresses above their SOCKS?

Their SHOES and SOCKS are all that matter to me

I'm just a slave, and the SHOES and SOCKS of my betters go with my lowly territory!


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