Sock Toucher


























‘Straighten my socks, slave! It’s a hot day, and my feet are all sweaty, meaning that my socks keep slipping down my ankles inside my sneakers.’

‘Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress. And thank you for the honour of touching your socks, pretty mistress!’

‘Just don’t touch my bare skin, dirty slave, or I’ll have you whipped!’

‘Yes, pretty mistress. I mean, no pretty mistress. Pray forgive me, mistress. I’m stupid, mistress!’

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