Feeling The Weight Of Their Socks

Ms Mukta and her good friend, Ms Poppy madam, enjoy a chat and a cigarette in front of me as I languish at their FEET in the wonky stocks, with Ms Poppy madam even using my imprisoned head as a footrest for her BOOTED FOOT. My only solace is that it means I get a close-up view of my mistress Mukta’s superb SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

I am at the mercy of the two girls' SHOES and SOCKS...

...as they enjoy a cigarette and a natter high above me

Ms Poppy madam is even using my humble head as a footrest. I feel the weight of her THICK, BLACK SOCK!

But, weighing on my menial mind just as heavily, are the SHORT, WHITE SOCKS of my mistress Mukta

It's not often I get such a privileged, close-up view of her SOCKS on her SHAPELY ANKLES!

The SOCKS well and truly hug her ANKLE BONES!

Oh that I could be one of those SOCKS!

Or even just a SINGLE STITCH in one of my mistress's SOCKS...

...absorbing her FOOT and ANKLE SWEAT!

I try to count the lucky STITCHES!

Sadly, I cannot actually see Ms Poppy's SOCK!

I would dearly love to study her SOCK STITCHES also!

Meanwhile, the two pretty wearers of the SOCKS continue to natter and smoke above me

I am the least thing on their superior minds!

I'm just a FOOTREST...

...cum SOCK-STARER...

...oppressed and dominated by my BETTERS' SOCKS!

I know my place...

...and it's at the SOCKS of my BETTERS!

Staring at their SOCKS

And admiring their SOCKS!

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