New Rule For The Sock Slavey
This evening, my mistress Mukta is in a bad mood, as is her perfect right, and she is taking out her female anger and frustrations on me, her personal sock slavey – again, as is her perfect right. She has angrily placed me in the wonky stocks (built by her husband, my master Simon sir) at the back of her garden for the night, and as I must kiss her boots in front of her aforementioned beloved husband and her best friend, Ms Arabella madam, Ms Mukta huffily explains to me that she is ‘sick and tired’ of my ‘uppitiness’ towards her and her friends, and at my alleged ‘disrespect’ for their SOCKS, which, she rightly points out is ‘totally unbecoming’ in a wretched sock slavey like me! I have to say, although I remain slavishly silent, Ms Mukta would be entirely correct in her criticisms of me, were they true! But the reality is I have nothing but the utmost respect for all my betters’ SOCKS – which means the SOCKS of everyone whom I encounter during the course of my lowly life! Neve...