Showing Suitably Slavish Respect

A nerdy young man makes sure his elderly house slave shows appropriate slavish respect for his visiting girlfriend.

'Kiss my girlfriend's feet, slave!'

'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.'

The elderly house slave presses his pathetically puckered lips to the young woman's outstretched sneaker

She promptly switches feet in front of his kneeling face

He is acutely aware of her sock

He stares at the sock, humbly studying the stitching and the creases in the grey cotton sock-material

This is, after all, the esteemed sock of his master's girlfriend!

of course, the pathetic old slave remains acutely aware of his own master's socks behind him...

...socks he has seen close-up many times whilst humbly kissing his master's feet

The slave also bears in mind the STING of his master's WHIP!

Don't be fooled by the master-sir's nerdy appearance - he wields a mean WHIP!

Yes, this downtrodden and whipped slave is truly surrounded by the feet, shoes and socks of his betters

Kissing their feet is all he is good for

He is the slave of their shoes and socks...

...and, by Law, must respect and admire every stitch and every crease in their socks

for the Law stares he is worth less than his masters' and mistresses' socks

How they must look down on him...

...the cringing, grovelling old slave at their sneakered and socked feet!

Kiss...kiss...socks...socks...

Kissing feet and admiring socks is the slave's lowly life!

His masters exult in their power over him and laugh at him...

...as he continues to kiss-greet female sneaker...

...beneath female sock

Oh how he admires and worships these plain grey socks!

They are, after all, the socks of his master's beautiful girlfriend, whom he is not fit to look at above the socks!


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