Ms Mukta holds her personal sockslave to account:
‘Slave, master Simon sir has examined the print-out from
the sock-concentrator device implanted inside your puny brain and it shows that you
stopped thinking about my socks for a whole second earlier today. What have you
got to say for yourself? Aren’t my socks important enough for you to
concentrate on? Are you too high and mighty to think about my socks all the
time?’
The wizened old sockieboy-slave knows better than to contest a
reading of a print-out by his master Simon-sir. All he can do is humbly apologise to his
mistress and her socks, and throw himself on their mercy:
‘Oh pray Ms Mukta, oh pray Ms Mukta’s socks, pray forgive
this slave for his foolish neglect of your socks, madams. This slave must be
punished, madams. Whip me, and whip me hard, I humbly prithee madams! The whip will soon teach me respect and admiration for your socks, madams!’
‘Very well, slave! Simon darling, would you kindly fetch
the whip please honey?’
‘Sure thing, honey’, replies master Simon sir,
gleefully!
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| The slave begs for mercy as master Simon-sir holds the accusatory print-out above him |
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| The concentrator-device implanted into the slave's brain really should help him to focus his menial mind on his mistress's socks! |
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| Instead, however, it has caught him out... |
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| ...He had allowed his mind to wander for a WHOLE SECOND from his mistress's socks! |
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| Her white socks may be super-short, but that doesn't mean they aren't worthy of the slave's full and undivided attention! |
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| His mistress's socks must be his LIFE! |
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| Without them, his miserable existence has no meaning! |
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| The socks, the whole socks and nothing but the socks! |
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| Of course, by Law the household footslave is also required 'to have regard and respect for' his mistress's husband's socks |
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| They are, after all, the socks of a MIGHTY man! |
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| But, right now, though it is effectively master Simon's socks who are his accusers... |
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| ...it is his mistress Mukta's socks who have been slighted and on whose mercy the wretched sockslave must therefore throw himself! |
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| ‘Oh pray Ms Mukta, oh pray Ms Mukta’s socks, pray forgive this slave for his foolish neglect of your socks, madams.' |
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| 'This slave must be punished, madams. Whip me, and whip me hard, I humbly prithee madams!’ |
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| 'The whip will soon teach me respect and admiration for your socks, madams!’ |
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| Desperately kissing Ms Mukta's sneakered and socked feet ...BOTH of them! |
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| Meanwhile, master Simon sir gloatingly holds the evidence of the slave's disloyalty to his mistress's socks! |
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| The slave has not seen the actual print-out, but would not dare to cast doubt on its veracity, or master Simon sir's integrity! |
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| Instead, he resolves to be a better slave to Ms Mukta's socks, and to study them all the more diligently and intently! |
