Don't Look At Me Above The Sock, Slave!


‘Lickshine my ballet flats, slave, and don’t look at me above the sock!’

‘Do as my wife says, slave, or I’ll have you taken out of your hole and whipped!’

‘Yes master sir. Yes mistress madam. I obey you master and mistress. Your socks are my life, mistress!’

It’s actually quite a tall order for a public footslave like me because, although regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta’s plain grey anklesocks are the most holy and precious things on earth, they are very short and she has teasingly hitched up her blue denim jean hem to reveal a slither of her pure, brown ankleskin – truly a sight for sore footslave eyes!

However, thankfully, her magnificent and mighty husband, master Simon sir, is standing nearby and manfully reminding me of his ability to extract me from my footslave hole and belabour my back with the whip. The threat of the whip should help to keep my lowly eyes on the straight and narrow lines of my beautiful customer-mistress’s grey sock stitching!














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