Ms Mukta madam kindly introduces one of her friends to me:
'He's just a slave, Eleanor. Make him kiss your feet!'
'Cool!... You down there, the slave - kiss my feet!'
'Yes, Ms Eleanor madam. At once, Ms Eleanor mistress-madam.'
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| 'He's just a slave, Eleanor. Make him kiss your feet!' |
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| 'Cool!... You down there, the slave - kiss my feet!' |
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| 'Make sure you kiss Miss Eleanor's feet very well, slave - or you'll have me to answer to!' |
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| 'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Yes, Ms Eleanor madam. I will be a good footkisser for you, Ms Eleanor Miss.' |
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| I admire Ms Eleanor madam's SOCK whilst I'm kissing her arrogantly outstretched SNEAKER... |
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| ...and the intricate patterns in the STITCHING of the SOCK |
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| I make sure to lip-respect her LACES! |
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| Whilst remaining ever mindful of my own mistress Mukta's SNEAKERS and SOCKS nearby! |
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| I MUST be pleasing to Ms Eleanor madam... I MUST avoid the wrath of my mistress Mukta! |
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| Better to humbly and obediently KISS FEET than FEEL WHIP! |
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| I will always choose KISSING FEET over the STING OF THE WHIP... |
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| ...much to my BETTERS' delight and amusement! |
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