As my pretty mistress converses with her husband whilst seated at the kitchen table, my humble role is to silently and unobtrusively kneel beneath my mistress's chair and study her socks. Specifically:
- The stitching in her socks
- The creasing in her socks (caused by her subliminal foot and ankle movements)
- The curvature of her socks (over her shapely feminine anklebones)
By Law, I must study BOTH her socks equally, and I am required to think about how marvellous both my mistress, and her socks, are, since she is my infinite superior, and thus her socks are my superiors also. I don't even eavesdrop on her conversation with her husband high above me, since my menial mind is filled with admiring thoughts only about her socks.
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| Diligently, and unobtrusively, studying my mistress's socks whilst she is seated at the kitchen table |
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| Her socks are my life! |
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| I dare not take my eyes, or my mind, off her socks - even for one second! |
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| Her socks are all I am fit to look at and think about... |
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| ...as they are the socks of a beautiful young woman! |
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| I study, and admire, the stitching, the creasing and the curvature in her socks |
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| A slave's-eye view of his mistress's left sock... |
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| ...focussing in on the stitching in the sock |
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| I give equal footslavish attention to BOTH her socks, as I am required to do by Law |
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| The right sock is thus equally deserving of my slavish respect and admiration... |
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| ...not least because it is even more creased than her left sock! |
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| As you can see, I would do well to focus obediently on my mistress's socks, given the already whipped and sore condition of my back! |
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| Meanwhile, my pretty mistress is very much focussed on her handsome husband seated opposite her at the table... |
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| ...as I pathetically turn my attention once again to her left sock |
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| Her husband says something to make her laugh... |
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| ...but I am not a party to the conversation. I am a party only to her socks! |
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| My mistress's laughter causes her left foot to move and her left sock to crease |
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| I diligently study the new creases in the left sock... |
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| ...and silently contemplate what an honour it would be to be one of the sock-stitches affected by the creasing! |
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| I quickly switch my attention once again to her right ankle, to observe whether my mistress's laughter has led to any concomitant new creases in her right sock |
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| The pure white sock almost glistens in the kitchen light. I am well and truly mesmerised by my mistress's right sock! Her sock...oh her sock! |
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