The One Who Wields The Whip
Whenever I am accompanying my magnificent master-sir and his pretty girlfriend to heel out on the street, for the most part all I get to see is the backs of the mistress’s SOCKS. Still, that’s all I’m worthy to look at, being a mere slave! And it’s not like there isn’t much to observe in her socks – the STITCHING; the CREASING; the BOBBLING. I consider myself lucky to even be allowed to accompany my superiors outside the home! Durifully and unobtrusively following my master and mistress to heel down the street For the most part, my lowly eyes are fixated on the backs of the mistress's SOCKS I study the STITCHING and any CREASES or BOBBLING in the SOCKS That's because I am a slave of the mistress's SOCKS, she being my master-sir's beloved girlfriend Of course, the Law states I must also 'have regard' for my master-sir's SOCKS, since he (and hence they) own me! If truth be told, my master's SOCKS are never far from my minuscule mind! But it is his g...