Male Pride
My master Simon sir looks on with manly pride at his lovely wife as she introduces their friend, Ms Emelia madam, to me – their household sock slavey: ‘This is our sock slavey, Emelia. Simon and I call him ‘sockieboy’, or sometimes ‘sockies’ for short, as he must permanently serve our socks – putting them on and taking them off our feet; straightening them around our ankles; mouthwashing them after we’ve worn them, and so on. He has to think about our socks all the time and is not allowed to look at us above our socks, or at our friends above their socks! Show him your socks, Emelia, while you make him kiss your feet!’ Ms Emelia duly stretches forth her right, sneakered foot beneath my kneeling face: ‘Kiss my foot, slave. And look at my sock.’ ‘Yes, Ms Emelia madam. At once, Ms Amelia madam.’ ‘Praise and bless Ms Emelia’s sock while you’re kissing her sneaker, sockieboy!’, barks My mistress Mukta down at me with her husband’s evident approval. Mindful of my mistress’s WHIP ...