A superb man mocks me as I am trapped between his pretty
girlfriend’s stripy socks in the public stocks, whilst my supervisor master-sir looks
gleefully on, ready to use his WHIP on me should I show the slightest
disrespect towards my betters – or their socks!
‘Haha – your face next to my girlfriend socks! Haha, how
you like it, slave? You like feel my girlfriend sock against your skin? You a
sock moron?’
The girls bellows with laughter and my whip-carrying supervisory
master-sir chortles as I deliver my obsequious and slavish response to the magnificent master-sir's mocking, rhetorical question:
‘Oh pray master sir, oh beg masters, truly this slave is
honoured to be so close to the sock of such a fabulous young woman, sirs, and
feels blessed to have his forehead graced by such a superb and feminine sock,
masters, if you would be so kind and understanding towards a pathetic sock moron-slave at your tender mercies, most magnificent masters and superb mistress madam?’
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| ‘Haha – your face next to my girlfriend socks! Haha, how you like it, slave?... |
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| ...You like feel my girlfriend sock against your skin?... |
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| ...You a sock moron?’ |
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| ‘Oh pray master sir, oh beg masters, truly this slave is honoured to be so close to the sock of such a fabulous young woman, sirs...' |
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| The pretty wearer of the tormenting socks bellows triumphantly as she sits high above me, whilst my supervisor master-sir chortles in the background |
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| The mocking man himself also laughs out loud at me... |
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| ...his manly finger pointing accusatorily towards his girlfriend's soft sock |
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| He is accusing me of being a 'sock moron'... |
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| ...and, as my humble words demonstrate, that I clearly am! |
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| I am nothing but the oppressed slave of other people's socks... |
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| ...a complete and utter sock moron! |
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