‘Slave, Simon’s sock is wonky on his ankle. Straighten it
for him!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once Ms Mukta madam and master
Simon, sirs. Please don’t beat me, sirs!’
I shall probably get the blame for master Simon’s slightly
wonky sock. All I can hope and pray is that, by fixing it, I will avoid
punishment!
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‘Slave, Simon’s sock is wonky on his ankle... |
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...Straighten it for him!’ |
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'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once Ms Mukta madam and master Simon, sirs. Please don’t beat me, sirs!’ |
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It's a humiliating order, but one that MUST be obeyed! |
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Master Simon sir is, of course, perfectly capable of reaching down and straightening his own sock |
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But why should he when there is a humble, household footslave to do it for him? |
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It is, actually, a great privilege for a lowly slave like me to touch another man's sock... |
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...especially at his wife's behest! |
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The socks I would much rather be touching! |
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but they, sadly, are perfectly straight on my pretty mistress's shapely ankles! |
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Oh to kiss those female socks! |
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Meanwhile, I must focus on the humble task in hand... |
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...That of straightening another man's sock; the sock of a much better man than me! |
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I mustn't touch his leg! |
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I am a sock slave, not a leg slave! |
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I am not fit to touch my betters' skin - only their socks! |
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The master's socks!... His socks!...His SOCKS!...I am the slave of his SOCKS! |