Attention To Detail

Whilst entertaining a lady friend in his home, my observant master-sir notices that her left sock is somewhat askew inside the top of her left ankle boot. It has slipped down on her leg and thus looks untidy and uneven compared to her right socktop. He offers to have his slave straighten it for her, and summons me to the room. 

As soon as I arrive (on my hands and knees as befits a slave in the presence of his masters) he orders me to straighten his girlfriend's sock. I am honoured to touch a lady's sock, and make sure I treat it with humility and respect.

After I have finished straightening the sock my master-sir asks his pretty girlfriend if she is satisfied with the results. Mercifully she says that she is, and so I am dismissed from their presence and crawl away on my hands and knees.

My master-sir is entertaining a beautiful young ladyfriend in his lounge

He notices that her left sock is somewhat askew inside her boot

He therefore summons me, his house slave, to the lounge

'Slave, straighten Miss Samantha's left sock. Make sure it is nice and even and matches her right sock!'

'Yes, master-sir. At once, master-sir.'

Nervously I touch Miss Samantha's wonky grey sock

I'm nervous because I know I must do a good job in straightening her sock, otherwise my master will be angry with me!

The superior couple are both watching me like hawks

I try my best to focus on the humble task in hand

It would, of course, be easier for Miss Samantha madam to simply straighten her sock herself. But why would she, when her boyfriend has a slave to do it for her?

Fortunately, her right sock is already tidy and neat on her shapely ankle

So it is just the one sock that I have to fearfully manhandle!

I do admire the sock, though. It is a very nice plain, grey sock, with nice columns of vertical stitching

I study the sock in detail whilst I'm down there - the sock of my master's pretty girlfriend!

What an honour to be allowed to touch her sock!

After I have finished straightening the sock, I humbly bow before Ms Samantha whilst she inspects her left boot and sock

The master-sir asks her if she is satisfied with my work, and, mercifully for me, she says that she is!

The master-sir doesn't congratulate me, however. He just brusquely orders me to return to my cleaning duties in the kitchen

As I crawl away from my superiors' presence, I overhear the master-sir telling his pretty girlfriend that she must feel free to use me in any ways she pleases whilst she is under his roof as her guest. He laughs as he tells her, for example, that I don't just straighten socks by hand - I also wash them by hand!