Sock Flatterer

Ms Arabella Madam: ‘This is our local humble head slave. He’s not much use if you’re feeling horny, as his body is permanently cooped up inside this wall!’

2nd Girl Madam: ‘Haha! What a useless cluck!’

Ms Arabella Madam:‘To be fair, he’s not totally useless. He can give your shoes a nice lickshine if you’re on your way to a date with your boyfriend and want to impress him!’

2nd Girl Madam: ‘Haha! Shine my shoes, then, licky boy! Make them all nice and clean for my boyfriend. I want him to be able to see his handsome face in them!’

Humble Head Slave:‘Yes, madam. At once, pretty madam. Please don’t hurt me, madam!’

Ms Arabella Madam:‘Hitch up your trouser hem, Cindy, and make him look at your sock while he’s lickshining your shoe. It’s doubly humiliating for him!’

2nd Girl (Ms Cindy Madam): ‘You bet! Here, slave – what do you think of my sock?’

Ms Cindy Madam pulls up her outstretched trouser hem to reveal a pastel pink anklesock with red roses motif.

Humble Head Slave:‘Oh pray Ms Cindy Madam, if it pleases you Ms Cindy Madam, truly this slave thinks your sock is the nicest sock he has ever seen, Madam.’

Ms Arabella Madam:‘Ha! Charming! What about my socks, slave? Don’t you like them?’

Humble Head Slave:‘Oh pray, Ms Arabella Madam, oh pray! This slave meant no offence to your beautiful socks, Madam. Your socks are my life, Madam, please don’t beat me Madam!’

Ms Cindy Madam: ‘Haha! Sounds like we can’t believe a word he says, Arabella? He’s just a dirty sock-flatterer who’ll say anything to avoid us kicking his ugly face in. What a lowlife schmuck!’

Ms Arabella Madam:‘Yeah, I’m bored with him now! Let’s head off and meet up with our fellas. They really know how to flatter a lady!’

Both girls giggle as they walk off.
















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