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!

‘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!’

‘Yes master sir. I hear and obey you, sir. It is an honour for me straighten your beautiful girlfriend’s socks, sir!'

The greatest privilege - touching another man's girlfriend's socks, and with his full manly permission!

At the same time, it's such a frightening privilege!

What if I inadvertently touch her skin?!

The master sir has already intimated he will break my fingers!

I therefore concentrate most assiduously on the task in humble hand...

...and listen carefully to the master-sir's clear and unambiguous instructions

I make sure to embrace his girlfriend's socks...

...but NOT her skin!

I am not worthy to touch her bare flesh...

...not even her ankle flesh!


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