Wining & Pining
Mistress is entertaining her lover in her opulent home. She is wining and dining him.
The only thing a household footslave, like me, needs in order to intoxicate him is the sight of his pretty mistress’s thick, grey anklesocks inside her sneakers and on her shapely, Asian anklebones:
So, I am happy just to kneel by my mistress’s sneakered and socked feet; and stare…
‘Slave! Stop daydreaming at my feet and go fetch us some more wine this instant, you damned, impudent fool!’
‘Do as your mistress says, fool, or you’ll soon feel the crack of her whip across your bare back!’
‘Yes, master sir! Yes, mistress madam! At once, master and mistress! Please don’t beat me, masters!’
‘Ha! Ha! He’s such a damned imbecile, I really don’t know why I bother to keep him!’
‘Ha! Ha! Just say the word if you want him whipped, darling!’
Meanwhile, as my master and mistress joke about me, and whilst I am fetching them more wine from the fridge, I pine for my mistress’s sneakers and socks!