Frightening Privilege
It is one of the greatest – if not the greatest – privilege that a public footslave can have: that of touching another man’s girlfriend’s socks (in order to straighten them around her ankles) with the master-sir’s full manly permission and in his macho presence.
Of course, it is also the most frightening experience a slave can have, lest he inadvertently touch the mistress’s skin!
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| ‘Straighten my girlfriend’s socks with your bony old fingers, slave. And make damn sure you don’t touch her skin with your dirty fingernails, or I’ll break them off!’ |
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| ‘Yes master sir. I hear and obey you, sir. It is an honour for me straighten your beautiful girlfriend’s socks, sir!' |
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| The greatest privilege - touching another man's girlfriend's socks, and with his full manly permission! |
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| At the same time, it's such a frightening privilege! |
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| What if I inadvertently touch her skin?! |
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| The master sir has already intimated he will break my fingers! |
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| I therefore concentrate most assiduously on the task in humble hand... |
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| ...and listen carefully to the master-sir's clear and unambiguous instructions |
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| I make sure to embrace his girlfriend's socks... |
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| ...but NOT her skin! |
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| I am not worthy to touch her bare flesh... |
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| ...not even her ankle flesh! |











