Nocturnal Quiz

Beautiful regular customer-mistress Ms Black Madam is a creature of nocturnal habits. She likes nothing more than to visit me in the dead of night, after everyone else has gone to bed, in order to have me kiss-respect her patent black leather kneeboots whilst playing ‘guess the sock’ with me.

Beautiful Ms Black Madam likes to play a particularly severe form of ‘guess the sock’. Not only must I endeavour to guess the colour of her socks inside her knee-high boots; but I must also postulate as to the length, texture and weave of her socks – and woe betide me if I get it wrong! For, if I do get it wrong – and, let’s face it, I only have her word for it since such a brilliant and beautiful young woman as this is never going to indulge me by actually showing me her socks inside her boots – she will angrily kick me in the face with her scrunched-up boot toe, leaving me with a weeping bruise on my feckless face, whilst her own pretty face is lit up with joy and ecstasy at her absolute, unbridled female power over me.

She will then leave me to wallow in my pain as she no doubt heads home to the warm and loving bosom of her manly husband or boyfriend. As I study the disappearing backs of her black leather boots – the same boots which I have just been kissing prior to being on the receiving end of their righteous wrath and indignation – I contemplate how much better than me this bright and intelligent, young woman is, and how it is right and proper that she should kick me in the face for not guessing correctly the type of socks she is wearing inside those boots. The rest of my face turns crimson with shame at my ineptitude – to complement the developing, purple boot-bruise now surrounding my right eye.




















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