'Where's Sockies?'
‘Where’s sockies? My sock is wonky on my ankle and needs straightening!’ Master Simon sir never straightens his own socks. That’s my job, as his, and his wife’s, sock slavey. They’ve given me the slave nickname of ‘sockies’! ‘He’s handwashing my dirty socks in the laundry room, honey. I’ll summon him for you… YO SOCKIES! SOCKIES! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!’ I crawl into the lounge where my mistress and master are seated next to one another on the sofa: ‘You summoned me, mistress Mukta madam?’ ‘Simon’s sock is wonky. Straighten it for him!’ ‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam.’ ‘And beg his permission to touch his sock before you do so, sock slavey!’ ‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam… Oh pray, master Simon sir, might I have the honour of touching your sock, master sir, in order to straighten it for you on your ankle, sir? Oh pray, master Simon sir? Oh beg?’ ‘You may, slave. But DON’T touch my skin!’ ‘Yes, master Simon si...