Chastened Sockslave
This angry, young woman is berating her personal sockslave, in front of her manly boyfriend, for ‘allowing’ her black cotton kneesocks to slip down untidily and unevenly inside her green wellington boots. She likes her socktops to be straight and even, and just visible above the upper rims of her boots – the way her boyfriend likes them.
She requires her sockservant to first move his humble head over to her wellington bootrim, and then look deep down inside her boots at the offending, slovenly socks, before straightening them back up her shapely calves - without, of course, touching her superior, female skin!
Mercifully, the sockslave is nimble of finger, and soon the equilibrium of the young woman’s socks is restored. She and her boyfriend can happily move along, arm in arm and gloating in their mutual power over the humbled sockslave who must crawl ignominiously through the dirt on his hands and knees directly behind his mistress’s muddy, green, wellington-booted heels, studying her now fully pulled-up, black cotton socktops in a manner befitting a chastened sockslave.