Master Simon sir cleverly manipulates my humble head so that
my otherwise nugatory nose can become a sock-straightener for his wife’s socks.
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My master-sir cleverly manoeuvring my humble head around his wife's socks |
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He wants me to smooth out the creases in her socks with my big, ugly nose! |
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His hands guide my face around the creased sock |
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Meanwhile, Ms Mukta's dirty shoe on her other foot hangs in the air over my humble head |
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To be fair, the sock is creased and does need straightening! |
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And why should miss Mukta lean down to straighten her own sock when her husband has a slave who can do it for her? |
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I feel the softness of the white cotton sock material on the tip of my nose as I endeavour to smooth out a crease |
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I can even smell the cotton! |
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It is, needless to say, only thanks to master Simon-sir's skill and dexterity that I have any chance of successfully straightening the sock! |
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He is laughing at me... |
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...and rightly so, since I am nothing more than his wife's human sock-straightener! |
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Meanwhile, the master-sir's own socks are nearby! |
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Who knows, they too might require straightening later in the day? |
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But, for now, it is the mistress's socks that need straightening |
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Truly I am blessed to be the humble sock-straightener of this superb couple's socks! |