Duped

The master-sir instructs me that, when his pretty girlfriend has finished using the restroom and comes outside to have her feet kissed, I am to compliment her on her pretty socks. I am to praise and extol them. He explains that he had bought them for her, and that by praising and flattering her socks I will be getting her into the right mood to have sex with him, as she will be grateful to him for purchasing such a lovely pair of socks for her. I promise the master-sir that I will do my best!

In the event, it’s not difficult to praise the young woman’s socks, for they are, indeed, a good choice by the master-sir – white and very feminine with lots of little swirly, multicoloured flower motifs which all serve to enhance the beauty of the mistress’s feet and ankles. As I lower my foot-lackey lips to her outstretched, black patent leather, ballet-flat toe, I summon up the courage to praise the mistress and her socks in my best ‘slavespeak’ (the humble and timid language of slaves):

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, begging your pardon, pretty mistress, please don’t hurt me mistress for speaking out of turn I’m frightened of you mistress, but this slave begs to inform the mistress that he is most admiring of her socks, if you will forgive me mistress? Truly they beautify the mistress’s pretty feet inside her ballet flats and are a reminder to the slave, if one were needed, that the mistress is a much superior being to the slave! Oh your socks, mistress, your socks! The beauty! The power!’

The bright young woman appears bemused by my sock-praising outburst:

‘Haha! Did you hear that, Sam? He says he likes my socks – the ones you bought for me?’

‘Haha! Don’t worry, honey! I’ll report him to the authorities and have him whipped for impertinence! A public humble head is forbidden to speak unless first spoken to. The whip will soon teach him some manners!’

‘Oh brilliant, Sam! Can we watch him being whipped?’

‘Sure we can, honey! Whatever you like!’

‘Oh I love you, Sam!’

And with that the happy couple turn and leave me. I have been duped – by a master-sir who is a much cleverer man than me. And he’s right – I had spoken out of turn, whether it had been under his orders or not. So I deserve to be whipped! I can only hope and pray that the mistress is so turned on by my whipping that she grants the master-sir the sexual congress with her that he so desires; and that the young woman will be wearing those same socks as she watches me being whipped, as the great beauty of her socks will, hopefully, help to take my mind of some of the sting!













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