Office Footslave

The office footslave must kneel beneath his office-mistress’s desk in abject silence and study the exposed top of her burgundy bootsock whilst she gets on with her important work high above him. Fortunately for the slave, he has good eyesight, and so he is able to make out the individual stitches in her sock and contemplate what it would be like to be one of those sock stitches – in constant contact with the mistress’s soft, brown ankleskin and absorbing her precious foot moisture!

Haha! How humble he looks – and how magnificent his office-mistress looks. She is clearly much brighter and more intelligent than him and he is only fit to look her in the sock. As are we!











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