Tonight I am at the beck and call of my magnificent master-sir and his beautiful girlfriend as they relax in their living room - although being at their beck and call seems to mainly involve my kneeling next to the mistress's socked feet whilst she stuffs her face with fresh cakes!
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| Waiting on my masters hand and foot |
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| The master's girlfriend is enjoying some cream cakes... |
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| ...whilst I have the dubious honour of kneeling next to her socked feet! |
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| Mind you, her socks are very nice... |
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| ...all white and creased around her toes |
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| To be honest, I'm perfectly happy not to take my eyes off her socks... |
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| ...for her socks, unlike me, are intricate things of beauty! |
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| There is more care and thought that has gone into the manufacture of this sock... |
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| ...than there was in my creation... |
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| ...the creation of just another pathetic and oppressed slave! |
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| The cake-consuming mistress largely ignores me |
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| As well she might, given her handsome and manly boyfriend is seated next to her on the couch |
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| He's a real man - not like me, a slave man who must live his life on his hands and knees at the socks of others! |
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| This young woman's socks own me, as they are the socks of my master's girlfriend |
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| Hence I must bow before the socks - and their wearer |
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| The whip scars on my shoulders perhaps give a clue as to my compliance and obedience with my master's will |
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| I must obey his girlfriend, and show her slavish respect, if I am to avoid yet further cuts from the WHIP! |
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| My master is watching me, to ensure my submissiveness and obedience |
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| He relishes seeing his girlfriend having power over me... |
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| ...power he has happily delegated to her! |
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| Meanwhile, I must keep in view my betters' footwear... |
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| ...especially the mistress's discarded sneakers... |
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| ...sneakers that have previously been covering these socks... |
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| ...the socks of a goddess... |
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| ...of my master's girlfriend! |
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| Such intricate, patterned socks... |
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| ..I could study the various permutations in the cotton stitching for hours! |
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| I can hear, above me, the wearer of the socks continuing to tuck into her cream cake! |
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| She's a noisy eater, but her socks are nice and quiet! |
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| I study the creases and rolls in the socks! |
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| Every sock crease is worth more than me and is more important than me! |
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| The WHIP! My master's cowhide WHIP! Oh how I fear the WHIP and its mighty STING! |