The View From My Wooden Window

My mistress Mukta madam, and her good friend Ms Arabella madam, are enjoying a cigarette and a natter high above me as I languish beneath them in the wonky stocks in Ms Mukta's back garden. All I can see, through my 'wooden window' is their SHOES and SOCKS - and, more particularly, the back of my mistress Mukta's LEFT SOCK, as that is the CLOSEST SOCK to my face as she stands with her back to me.

I'm not complaining - the BACKS of my mistress's SOCKS are all I am fit to look at! And being able to see Ms Arabella's SHORT SOCKS slightly further away, is something of a sockieboy bonus!

The conversation proceeds without me...

...as I am not fit to even eavesdrop on a conversation between two of my BETTERS!

I'm just a slave - fit only to observe my BETTERS' SOCKS whilst they talk...

...the SHORT, GREY SOCKS of Ms Arabella madam...

...and, more particularly, the back of my mistress Mukta's LEFT SOCK - the SOCK closest to my confined face!

I study the STITCHING in the back of the SOCK, and how the patterns are affected by her subliminal foot-muscle movements

Such a FINE, FEMININE-WHITE SOCK!

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

I'm getting to see her SOCKS!

Looking at SOCKS through my wooden window is all I am fit for!

The SOCKS of two local GODDESSES - of my OWNER...

...and those of her INTERLOCUTOR and FELLOW-SMOKER!

Comments

Likes

Popular posts from this blog

Casual Use

No Glass Ceiling

Beneath An Indian Office-Goddess's Feet