Slovenly Socks

The hangaround, freemale master-sir, who loves to watch me humbled in my work, delights in pointing out to me that my customer-mistress’s socks are slovenly and uneven – especially the sock inside the boot I am currently kissing – but that I have no choice other than to respect and admire the slovenly sock, since it is the sock of my better in my face.

The owner and wearer of the sock is not in the slightest bit offended by the observant master-sir’s comments, since she has deliberately pulled down her left sock in order to make it look untidy in front of the slave!








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