Slave, Straighten My Sock!

‘Slave, straighten my sock!’

Just one of the many orders that may be barked down at a public footslave from the lofty heights of the female shoelick-chair of power. And yet, humble not to say humiliating task though it is – to have to straighten another human being’s sock whilst on one’s hands and knees before them – it should equally be considered an honour for the likes of an elderly, rusty-necked footslave such as this to actually touch the pure, white sock of a superior and haughty, young redheaded woman who is his infinite better; and especially whilst she is still wearing it!

No wonder his wizened old hands are all of a quiver as he does so! 

























Do you think the rusty-necked, old fool will be able to do an adequate job of straightening his customer-mistress’s sock? Or is such an intricate task simply beyond his capabilities? Maybe a few strokes of the whip across his bended back would help to steady his nerves, and his hands? 

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