Numbnuts Slave






































The bright young businesswoman has stopped off to mock me on her way into work:

‘What do you think of socks, slave? Aren’t they the best socks you have ever seen?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, truly your socks are indeed the best socks I have ever encountered in my life, because they are your socks, madam! Truly it is an honour for me to be so close to your sock, madam!’

‘My socks need a slave to take care of them and worship them. Wouldn’t youlike to be my personal sock slave, public humble head?’

‘Oh pray, mistress! Oh pray! Oh your socks, miss! Oh to be the slave of your socks! Oh joy! Oh bliss, madam! Your socks!’

‘Haha, dream on, slave! You could never serve my socks properly. You’re just a public shoelicker. And a moron, to boot! Haha – even the thought of you being my socks’ slave makes me laugh!’

‘Yes, miss. Indeed, miss! You speak the truth, madam. I am not worthy to be the servant of your socks, madam. I’m just a down-in-the-dirt, public humble head, madam.’

‘Shut up now, slave, and get a move on with lickshining my office shoes. I have an important meeting with my boss this morning, and I wanna make a good impression on him. I want him to be able to see his handsome face in them shoes!’

‘Yes, mistress. At once, mistress. I obey you, mistress! And I am sure your handsome boss-sir will be most impressed with your socks also, madam!’

‘Haha! What a stupid moron you are, slave! Don’t you know anyfing? My boss is a real man – not like you. And real men couldn’t care less about women’s socks! Haha! He’ll be much more interested in my tits!’

‘Yes, mistress. I understand, mistress. I do apologise for my stupidity, miss! I’m a numbnuts, mistress! I will just shut up and get on with lickshining your pretty shoes, miss, which is all I’m good for, madam.’

‘Yeah, you do that, numbnuts!’

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