Socks Obsequiousness
Ms Mukta, aided and abetted by her manly husband, orders me to study her SOCK whilst I am confined in the ignominious pillory: ‘Study my WHITE SOCK, slave! Tell us what you see. Can you make out the individual STITCHES in my SOCK, or are you too high and mighty to bother yourself with such banale things?’ ‘Obey my wife, dirty slave! Describe her SOCK in detail, and in the most admiring of terms!’ ‘Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. Oh sirs, this slave can indeed observe the pattern in the STITCHING of the mistress’s WHITE SOCK, masters, and is most impressed by it, masters, begging your pardons and forgivenesses, sirs? Oh masters, this slave can also humbly observe the CREASES in the mistress’s SOCK, sirs. Sirs, the mistress’s WHITE SOCKS are FABULOUS, sirs, being the mistress’s SOCKS, on the mistress’s feet, sirs, and with the mistress being a GODDESS, sirs, if you will forgive this slave’s forwardness and impudence, master sir and mistress madam please don’t hurt me master...