Sock Orderly (ii)
My mistress Shakayla’s husband, master Jahmar sir, comes to check that I am obeying his beloved wife’s orders and diligently tidying her sock drawer. He too carries a WHIP - a WHIP that must be OBEYED! And so once again I must kiss feet to provide assurances to my magnificent master sir of my abject obedience to his wife’s commandments. My master Jahmar sir checks that I am fulfilling my humble role as his wife's sock orderly! As soon as he enters my lowly presence, I kiss his feet (as I must always do in this household) Master Jahmar sir doesn't suffer fools gladly... ...and nor does his WHIP! I therefore kiss his loafer SHOES with the utmost due diligence! Better to KISS LOAFER than FEEL WHIP! I slavishly admire the master's SOCK whilst I am down there Truly, my master's and mistress's SOCKS dominate my lowly life! I must spend nearly 90% of my time near their SOCKS... ...washing them, folding them, putting them on and taking them off their feet... ...or just adm...