Familiar local residents, mistress Sharon madam and her husband master George sir, are visiting me once again on a cold and frosty evening.
Ms Sharon madam begins their joint mockery of me by laughing at me, and saying I must be freezing down there in the dirt at her and her husband's feet? I humbly confirm the veracity of her comment, and apologise for my frigidity. She then explains to me that her husband wishes me to kiss-respect his feet, and invites him to step up to my face, which he does both with a chuckle and with remarkable alacrity for a man of his age.
'Praise and bless my husband's sock while you are kissing his foot, slave - the sock of a real man!'
'Yes, mistress Sharon madam. I obey you, mistress Sharon madam...Oh master George sir's sock, praise be unto you, oh mighty sock! Truly you are a sock of greatness, being the sock on the foot of such a magnificent man, oh sock sir! A man who is the partner of such a beautiful young woman, sock-master sir - namely superb mistress Sharon madam, oh sock sir. Oh how I envy you, master George sir's sock!'
The couple laugh at my abject and pathetic grovelling to another man's sock. Master George sir then switches feet in front of my face:
'And what about my other sock, boy? Isn't that too deserving of your praise and admiration?'
'Oh yes, master George sir! Indeed, master George sir...Oh master George sir's other sock, how I envy you also! Like your fellow sock, you get to follow the magnificent master-sir everywhere he goes, as you protect his manly foot and absorb his personal footsweat into the very fibre of your being, oh lucky sock! Oh how I wish I could be a sock for your master, master George sir's sock sir, though I fully appreciate that I am not worthy to serve the master in such an exalted capacity, oh magnificent master George sir's other sock, sir!'
Ms Sharon madam laughs at my craven submissiveness towards her husband's socks and says it's now her turn to have her socks praised, as she switches places with her husband in front of my face:
'Haha - now praise my socks, slave! Tell them they are the most magnificent socks you have ever seen - even compared to my husband's socks. And then apologise to his socks for insulting them!'
'Yes, Ms Sharon madam. At once, Ms Sharon madam. Please don't hurt me, miss!... Oh mistress Sharon Madam's socks, truly you are the best and most magnificent socks I have ever seen, madams, wishing no disrespect towards master George sir's socks, madams! Oh pray master George sir's socks, please forgive my admiration for your master's wife's socks, sirs. But they are truly a magnificent pair of female socks, I hope you will both agree, master George sir's male socks?'
Ms Sharon madam then smilingly turns to her beloved husband:
'Well, George darling? What do your socks say to that? Do they agree with the slave that my socks are even better than them, or are they minded to punish the slave for his perceived impudence towards them?'
Master George sir laughs:
'Haha, my socks are a bit offended, darling, but they do nevertheless recognise the female superiority of your socks. However, they want me to punish the foul-mouthed slave by farting over him. Step aside, darling, if you will, whilst I administer the punishment to the slave as demanded by my socks.
Ms Sharon giggles and promptly steps to one side, covering her pretty nose with her gloved hand, whilst master George sir turns his manly back on me, crouches down, and noisily releases his pent-up intestinal gases down towards my confined and helpless face.
It is a fitting end to my humble encounter with two superior beings, and their socks!
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| Mistress Sharon madam, mocking me for being confined outside in the freezing cold |
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| She invites her husband George (master George sir to me) to step up to my face and have his manly feet kissed |
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| I am also ordered to praise and admire master George sir's socks... |
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| ...the socks of a real man, as his wife, Ms Sharon madam, puts it! |
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| I duly admire the master-sir's sock on his ankle inside his shoe whilst I kiss-respect his outstretched foot... |
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| ...and verbally praise his sock, addressing it directly as if it were a superior being to me (which it is!) |
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| I then resume kissing the master-sir's shoe |
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| When the master switches his feet in front of me, I am required to lavish equal praise upon his other sock... |
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| ...whilst kiss-respecting its accompanying shoe! |
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| Truly master George sir's shoes and socks are superior entities to me; my masters; my gods! |
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| It is an honour for me to kiss and verbally praise his shoes and socks down amongst the frost |
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| Then the happy couple decide it is Ms Sharon madam's turn to have her footwear kissed and worshipped |
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| I am ordered to praise her socks in the most superfluous of terms, thereby implicitly disrespecting her husband's socks |
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| But female socks must always take precedence over male socks here in the Gynarchy. They are, after all, first-class socks (compared to the socks of a second-class citizen i.e. of a free male, like master George sir!) |
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| As Ms Sharon madam switches her booted feet in front of my face, I hear her enquiring of her mighty husband whether his socks feel slighted by my uber-praise for her socks? |
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| Master George sir confirms that his socks are indeed feeling somewhat aggrieved over my duplicitousness and that they therefore wish him to punish me by farting in my face! |
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| Ms Sharon madam therefore gigglingly moves out of the way and covers her pretty nose as the master sir crouches down to carry out his socks' wishes! |
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| The joyous and horny couple then leave me, discussing how they are both now very much in the mood to go home and make love to one another! |
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| I overhear Ms Sharon madam telling her husband it always 'turns her on' when she witnesses him humiliating a slave! |
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| I am just glad to have been of foreplay service to this superb married couple... |
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| ...as I humbly watch the back of one of master George-sir's slighted socks whilst it walks away from me... |
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| ...my humble head still engulfed in its owner's recently expelled, intestinal guff! |
