‘Slave, massage my socks!’
My mistress has been wearing her warm socks and sheepskin
boots all day, so I can well understand why she requires her socked feet to be
gently and respectfully massaged., The socks are quite moist to the touch, particularly
beneath the reinforced toe areas, and they smell tart and vinegary.
Meanwhile her husband, my master sir, watches on with a
smirk, glad that this isn’t one of his ‘husbandly’ duties. How he must despise
me – his wife’s lowly sock-massager! It’s so demeaning and degrading – to have to
touch another human being’s sweaty, moist socks whilst they are still wearing
them on their feet!
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Performing my non-husbandly duty of massaging another man's wife's socks whilst that man, my master sir, watches smirkingly on |
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The female socks feel, and smell, moist and sweaty |
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I can also feel the creases in the thick, cotton sock material beneath my fingers |
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How the master sir despises me... |
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...his pretty wife's pathetic sock-massager! |
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I bow my head in shame, and make sure to look only at my mistress's socks, as I massage them |
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These are, after all, the socks of the young woman who owns me (along with my master sir!) |
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What a pathetic third party I am to their happy marriage... |
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...fit only to massage the sweaty-socked feet of my betters! |