The Eurovision Sock Contest
The Eurovision Sock Contest So my mistress has once again entered me as a judge in the Eurovision Sock Contest. I am honoured, but at the same time terrified. It is a huge responsibility for a mere footslave such as myself – to have to ‘judge’, and mark, the socks of superior, mistresses live in front of a television audience of millions – it really is an awesome thought! And I have another reason to be nervous – if my top vote doesn’t concur with that of the television audience at home - in other words if I fail to choose the overall winner – I shall be whipped live on air at the end of the Contest whilst being forced to kneel at the feet of the winner. I therefore have every right to feel nervous. We are down to the final 4 rounds of the Contest, and myself and my five fellow, male footslave-judges now have six remaining pairs of female, socked feet to judge. I happen to be the first slave-judge in the line at the start of the competition, and so, as I kneel on the stage with my head