Today I have the inestimable privilege of accompanying my master and mistress to their local cafe - though only so that I might kneel and study their shoes and socks whilst they relax.
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As you can see, I am positioned behind my mistress's feet, since she is my primary master |
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The Law states I must still 'have regard for' the feet and footwear of her boyfriend, since he is my better |
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But my primary focus can be on my mistress's shoes and socks! |
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And there is a lot to focus on - particularly since her ultra-short, plain grey socks are so difficult to see within her musty-smelling, brown leather sandals |
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However, by Law, I am obliged to count the individual visible stitches in her socks, whilst she converses and relaxes with her manly boyfriend high above me |
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Occasionally, having dutifully counted my mistress's visible sock stitches, I allow myself the footslavish luxury of glancing over at her boyfriend's socks... |
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...not least because they are creased around his ankles! |
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Such creased, manly socks are fully worthy of any footslave's admiration and attention! |
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But even whilst I am looking ahead at the master's socks, my mistress's shoes and socks remain in my humble field of vision |
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It's as if I must view the master's socks through the prism of his beautiful girlfriend's socks! |
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Master-sir, meanwhile, is oblivious to my sock-staring admiration for his socks beneath the table |
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He has much more important things on his superior mind than his socks! |
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Only a slave like me is obsessed with socks... |
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...the socks of his betters! |
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Their socks!...Oh their socks!... My master's and mistress's SOCKS!... |