My mistress Mukta often likes to keep me on her topes with menial and demeaning little tasks, just to reinforce her power and authority over me - especially in front of her husband. Today, for example, she summons me all the way up from the basement laundry room, where I am diligently handwashing her and her husband's dirty socks, to the living room, just to order me to pull the hem of her right tracksuit leg down over her socked ankle.
Now, of course, if it had really been bothering her that her sock was on public display, all she had to do was straighten the hem of her tracksuit bottom herself. Or even politely ask her loving husband, master Simon sir, to do it for her, since he was already in the room. But no - she'd rather have her hard-pressed slave do it. And, I suppose she's right. I mean, why have a dog and bark yourself?
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| The happy couple concoct another way of humbling their slave |
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| 'Slave! Slave! Come here this instant!' |
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| 'Straighten my right trouser leg. Pull it down over my sock!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress!' |
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| 'Will that be all, mistress?' |
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| 'Yes, get back to your work, lazy slave!' |
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| 'Haha, you showed him, honey! You really know how to manhandle a slave!' |
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| At least Ms Mukta's sock is no longer showing |
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| Well, not unless you look very hard... |
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| ...at her shapely-socked ankle! |
