'Simon and I are off to a pub quiz, sockieboy. Don't you wish you could come with us and study our socks while we answer the quiz questions?'
It's a rhetorical question. Of course I wish I could do so:
'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam. That would be truly wonderful, mistress Mukta madam. And a real honour for the likes of lowly me, madam!'
'Haha - mind you, you wouldn't be much help with answering any of the questions, would you? Unless they just so happened to be about our socks?'
'No mistress Mukta madam, begging your pardon, mistress Mukta madam. I am stupid, miss. All I know about is my customers' socks, madam!'
Master Simon sir chuckles at his wife's witty remarks. But her jocular tone soon turns to one of dominance:
'Kiss our feet, slave!'
And with that, she shoves her right booted foot towards my menial, confined mouth. After I have kissed BOTH her boots, she graciously takes a step back and invites her husband to have his loafer shoes kissed (a male citizen always needs a female's permission to use a public footservant under the laws of the Gynarchy - even if it's permission from his own wife!)
Needless to say, master Simon sir immediately avails himself of the opportunity to use me, and I am glad he does so, as I want him to know that I respect and admire his plain black, masculine socks every bit as much as I admire his lovely wife's fancy-patterned, feminine socks. If I was indeed able to accompany this happy couple to the pub quiz, I would study both their socks equally beneath their pub quiz-team table!
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| 'Simon and I are off to a pub quiz, sockieboy. Don't you wish you could come with us?' |
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| 'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam. That would be truly wonderful, mistress Mukta madam!' |
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| I'm not lying - to study Ms Mukta's socks beneath her pub quiz-team table would be an honour indeed! |
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| 'Kiss our feet, slave!' |
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| I study Ms Mukta's patterned socks whilst I am kissing her brown leather boots |
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| The boots and socks of a goddess! |
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| Meanwhile, her manly husband, master Simon sir, chuckles at my humiliation at his wife's feet |
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| This is not something he ever has to do. He gets to kiss her lips and her breasts! |
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| Ms Mukta kindly takes a step back and invites her husband to step up to my face |
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| I'm glad he does so, as I must, by Law, admire his socks every bit as much as his wife's... |
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| ...the socks of a real man! |
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| Just plain black socks - but my infinite superiors nevertheless, being the socks of regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta's beloved husband... |
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| ...a MUCH better man than me! |
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| I study the weave of master Simon sir's sock |
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| But then, all too soon, the couple turn to leave me and head off to their much-anticipated pub quiz |
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| They are laughing at me as they go - left behind in the dirt... |
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| ...with knowledge only of their socks inside my menial mind! |
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| Oh to accompany those socks! |
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| I could happily answer any questions on them! |
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| For I feel I really know their socks... |
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| ...having been so up-close and personal with them! |
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| Master Simon sir's SOCKS! |
