Litter Bug

My mistress Mukta is perfectly entitled to drop litter in the street, and it is my humble job to pick it up after her

My mistress Mukta casually and nonchalantly drops a piece of litter whilst walking along the street

As I crawl obediently to heel behind her, my primary task is to study the backs of her SOCKS

I must therefore remain focused on the tiny sliver of white SOCK visible at the back of my mistress's sneaker heel, even whilst the litter is falling through the air next to my humble head

That's because I am forbidden, by Law, from taking my eyes off my mistress's SOCKS...

...until such time as the litter is ready to be picked up...

...and placed in the 'litter box' I must carry on my bare back!

I am a good sock slavey, so I remain studiously focused on my mistress's SOCK...

...despite the distraction of the falling litter

Ultimately, the SOCK is more important - at least in my eyes!

I am, after all, a 'SOCK SLAVEY'; not a 'LITTER SLAVEY'!

Nevertheless, as soon as the litter touches the ground, the Law permits me to, temporarily, take my eyes off my mistress's SOCK in order to quickly pick up the offending, carelessly discarded item of trash and deposit in my back box!

Not that my mistress is in the least bit concerned about what I am getting up to behind her. She is just enjoying her refreshing ice cream. And rightly so!

 

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