Faux Concern

‘Are you in pain, slave? Are the wonky stocks designed by my clever husband putting undue pressure on your neck and shoulders?’

Ms Mukta expresses faux concern for my wellbeing whilst her clever and mighty husband looks on with satisfaction at his ingenious punishment device – the wonky stocks – located in the happy couple’s suburban back garden.

Her feminine question may be delivered in a tone of mock concern for me, but I must reply with all genuine maleslavish respect and humility:

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, oh pray master Simon sir, truly this slave is indeed experiencing a goodly amount of discomfort, masters, if it is so pleasing to you, masters? God bless you both, masters. I am your slave, sirs.’

They both laugh at me as Ms Mukta presents her booted foot to my menial mouth for respect-kissing.

My masters - the happy couple - mock me in their joint, ingenious invention, the wonky stocks...

...designed to put extra pressure on the hapless incumbent's neck and shoulder muscles

I kiss-respect the booted foot of my magnificent mistress

Even her socks are superior to me - towering over my humble head

Not to mention the socks of her husband, my master-sir - the designer and constructor of the wonky stocks

I truly have to admire the socks of such an intelligent and inventive man!

There is more intelligence in the DNA contained in his socks than there is in my whole being!

For they are the socks of a real man...

...of my triumphant, grinning master-sir!

You can really see the wonkiness of the stocks from this angle...

...i.e. from behind my master and mistress's boots, shoes and socks

Mercy, masters!... The pain!... Your greatness!... My lowliness!...

 

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