Tidy Chore
My magnificent master-sir, whip in hand, introduces me to his beautiful new fiancée and her allocated SOCK DRAWER: ‘Sock slavey, this is my fiancée’s sock drawer. Tidy all her SOCKS into neat pairs, and make sure you handle them with the same care and attention you have to show to my SOCKS!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. It will be my great honour to sort your fiancée’s socks into their pairs, master sir, and I shall indeed treat them with the same slavish reverence and respect as I do towards your socks, sir, since they are the socks of my master’s fiancée, sir, and I am just a sock slavey, sir, begging your pardon and understanding master sir, please don’t beat me master?’ ‘Kiss my fiancée’s feet, slave, and praise and bless her for leaving you with such an untidy collection of socks to sort out. Thank her profusely for giving you work to do in the form of such a lowly chore.’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’ I shuffle around on my hands and knees to face t...