Coffee Break

The slave must kneel discreetly beneath the staff canteen table next to security-guard Ms Aneka madam’s feet whilst she is on her coffee break, and study her non-uniform-compliant, green, red and blue socks. You will notice how all the other security guard mistresses are wearing the regulation black uniform socks. But Ms Aneka madam dares to be different!

Needless to say, there is no coffee for the footslave during break time; indeed, for him, there is no break – for he must still kneel down amongst the feet of his betters, where he belongs, and study shoe and sock. And he knows that Ms Aneka madam may well ask him questions about her socks later – to check that he has indeed been studying them with all due diligence, as befits a slave. And woe betide him if he gets any of his answers wrong. Or, more accurately, whip betide him!

Ha! Ha! No wonder he’s sweating like a pig down there! 









































PS: The slave was whipped in the end, and rightly so, for Ms Aneka asked him a series of questions about her socks that were impossible to answer – ‘impossible’ because she did not know the answers herself, and therefore his guess was as good as hers; or rather, it wasn’t, since her guess was always right!

Questions such as:
  •          How many red stitches, as opposed to green and blue stitches, are there in her socks?
  •          What is the overall number of bacteria living in her socks?
  •         What is the scientific measurement of the stinky aroma of her socks?
  •         How many similarly-patterned pairs of socks are there in the world?
  •         Why are her socks the most important things in the world?
That last one was interesting. Turns out that the slave’s standard response, which went something along the lines of:

‘Oh pray, mistress Aneka madam, if it pleases you, most beautiful and esteemed mistress Aneka ma’am, your socks are the most important things in the world, mistress, because they are imbued with your very unique and precious footsweat-DNA and dead feminine footskin-cells, if it is so pleasing to you, mistress madam?'

was the wrong answer! What he should have said (according to Ms Aneka madam) was that her socks were the most important things in the world only to him, and that decent and proper people, including the owner and wearer of the socks herself, don’t very much care about her socks, since they are nothing more than sweaty, stinky foot-coverings!

The slave knelt corrected, and was duly whipped.

Yes, they were all perfectly reasonable questions – just impossible for a stupid slave to get right!

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