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!
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| The conversation proceeds without me... |
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| ...as I am not fit to even eavesdrop on a conversation between two of my BETTERS! |
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| I'm just a slave - fit only to observe my BETTERS' SOCKS whilst they talk... |
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| ...the SHORT, GREY SOCKS of Ms Arabella madam... |
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| ...and, more particularly, the back of my mistress Mukta's LEFT SOCK - the SOCK closest to my confined face! |
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| I study the STITCHING in the back of the SOCK, and how the patterns are affected by her subliminal foot-muscle movements |
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| Such a FINE, FEMININE-WHITE SOCK! |
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| Her SOCKS!... My mistress's SOCKS! |
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| I'm getting to see her SOCKS! |
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| Looking at SOCKS through my wooden window is all I am fit for! |
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| The SOCKS of two local GODDESSES - of my OWNER... |
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| ...and those of her INTERLOCUTOR and FELLOW-SMOKER! |
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