Flesh & Blood

My elderly, Chinese mistress makes sure I respectfully study her visiting daughter's socks whilst the latter is perched on a chair high above me and engrossed in a happy phone conversation with her husband in Mandarin. My old mistress has already warned me in no uncertain terms that I shall be sorely whipped if I take my eye off her daughter's socks - even for one second! That's because I am only considered worthy to study her beautiful daughter in the sock. She is, after all, not only an esteemed guest in my mistress's household; she is my mistress's very own flesh and blood. It is therefore right and proper that my flesh should be bloodied if I disrespect or displease my mistress's superior progeny!

Fortunately the bright young woman is wearing a nice pair of thick black socks with ribbed stitching, so there is much for me to study and admire as I am looked down upon.










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