Erudite vs Ignorant

My erudite and attractive mistress works on her laptop in the coffee shop whilst I, her ignorant and ugly footservant, lie beneath her chair studying the backs of her black bootsock-tops.

Anyone can see she is better and cleverer than me.

Dutifully studying the backs of my mistress's socks in the coffee shop

Only a tiny slither of sock is visible beneath her trouser legs

But, by Law, I must nevertheless focus on her sock, as she has ordered me to do so and her word is Law!

I study the stitching in the black sock, even though not enough of the sock is visible to afford me a fulsome view of the glorious patterns in the stitching!

I nevertheless know these socks very well, being my pretty and erudite mistress's personal footservant

besides, she knows my ignorant brain is not capable of thinking about her socks in all their complexities

The basic structure of the sock, and the burning sting of her WHIP, are all my menial mind can comprehend!

I therefore look up to her socks (and her WHIP!) with slavish awe and wonderment

But her WHIP is currently resting at home; I must therefore concentrate, right now, solely on her socks!

Her socks are my gods!

Even the boots of other women passing by in the coffee shop don't distract me from studying the backs of my own mistress's socks

A brain monitor inside my menial mask will alert my mistress if my mind strays, even for a split second, from her socks!

I must therefore keep myself wholly onto her socks, as befits a loyal, and frightened, personal footservant!

Meanwhile, she is working on some complicated project which is, literally, over my humble head!

As I said, the sheer complexity of her socks is sufficient to overwhelm my puny brain!

Like, how do her metal boot-zippers interact with her socks?

Oh to be one of those zippers - so intimately close to her sock!

Note that I do NOT dare think about my mistress's bare leg above her sock!

I am not worthy to think of her above the sock!

And besides, the mask covering my face would alert her to my ignorant thoughts above my lowly station!

No, my SOLE focus is on her socks!

Her socks, her socks, her socks!...Her socks, and nothing but her SOCKS!


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