Shocking Mocking
A voyeur master-sir laughs at me and mocks me as I must kiss my lady customer’s shoes. The man knows I shall receive a nasty electric shock to my brain if my menial mind strays even for one split second above the lady’s socks – thanks to the slave concentrator device attached to my temples!
A master-sir cruelly mocks me as I lip-attend to a female customer's footwear |
He asks me how I am liking it - having to kiss a lady's feet in public? |
He is also curious to know whether I shall be able to avoid an electric shock to my temples... |
...by remaining dutifully focussed on the customer-mistress's SOCK... |
...and not allowing my menial mind to stray onto her bare legflesh above the sock? |
Thanks to the concentrator device, my brain has learnt never to stray above sock! |
My customers' socks are my life |
Even the kneesocks of the watching master-sir prey mightily on my mind! |
I wonder if his bare legs are hairy above his socks? |
Or are they smooth - like the mistress's? |
Such lovely socks! |
I can see the individual stitches |
I remain focussed on them... |
...whilst having an eye on the master's socks nearby |
Meanwhile my two betters, the wearers of the socks, mockingly look down upon me... |
...hoping aginst hope that the concentrator device will kick in... |
...and punish me with a painful electric shock! |
They get their wish! |
PAIN! |
But, embarrassingly for me, it is not pain caused by my thoughts straying towards the mistress's bare leg above her short, brown anklesock... |
...but rather towards the master-sir's legs... |
...above his long, white kneesocks! |
Male sock and leg are the source of my sudden PAIN! |
How my betters laugh at me in my agony! |
This is what it means to be at the mercy of the feet, shoes, socks and legs of others! |