Best Socks
















































‘Who has the best socks, slave?’

The three young women are teasing the gym slave by making him choose between their socks. You might think, if you were an outsider, that there is no competition – surely the stupid slave will plump for the bright pink kneehigh socks of the redhead, and not just because they contain more sock material than the other two pairs, but because they tower mightily over the slave’s humble head. How could he possibly fail to be impressed by such a magnificent pair of female socks?

But, of course, it’s not that simple. The socks of the girl seated in the towelling robe may be everyday black and infinitely shorter than her redheaded companion’s pink socks, but what they lack in substance they certainly make up for in style, exposing as they do, her shapely white anklebones. And let’s face it – there can surely be no greater sight on earth than that of a short black, feminine sock inside a bright orange, female sneaker (if you’re a down-in-the-dirt footslave)?

Then again, the third girl in the scene, Ms Mukta Madam, is wearing a pair of brightly coloured, flowery-themed socks on her pretty ankles – socks that a footslave could study for weeks on end and still be discovering intriguing new features within the intricate patterns. And it’s worth his while noting that Ms Mukta is carrying a whip, so if he has to disappoint anyone in his choice of favourite sock today, probably best not to upset the wearer of the flowery socks?

Ha! Ha! No wonder the stupid slave is in a quandary – a sock quandary! I don’t envy his position in having to choose! Do you?

P.S. If you had to choose, which would you declare to be the best pair of socks in this scene? And why?

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