An Offer I Can't Refuse
'Haha, don't you wish you could touch my socks, dirty alcove slave? Don't you wish you could come home with me and be my personal sockslave for the night - sniffing and massaging my lovely, soft socks?'
'Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, truly that would be a dream come true for me, mistress - to be the sock servant of such a pretty young woman as yourself, madam, if you would be so kind and understanding, miss, please don't beat me miss!'
She laughs out loud at me for we both know, of course, that whilst her offer is not one I could refuse (either by law, or by inclination), nor is it one with which I can comply, since I am permanently immured in this dirty alcove wall. She is therefore just teasing me - exulting in her female power over me and very much enjoying my footslavish frustration and distress!
She is still laughing at me even as she turns and walks away from me, leaving me bereft of her socks.