Ordered To Straighten Sock

‘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!

‘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!’

It's a humiliating order, but one that MUST be obeyed!

Master Simon sir is, of course, perfectly capable of reaching down and straightening his own sock

But why should he when there is a humble, household footslave to do it for him?

It is, actually, a great privilege for a lowly slave like me to touch another man's sock...

...especially at his wife's behest!

The socks I would much rather be touching!

but they, sadly, are perfectly straight on my pretty mistress's shapely ankles!

Oh to kiss those female socks!

Meanwhile, I must focus on the humble task in hand...

...That of straightening another man's sock; the sock of a much better man than me!

I mustn't touch his leg!

I am a sock slave, not a leg slave!

I am not fit to touch my betters' skin - only their socks!

The master's socks!... His socks!...His SOCKS!...I am the slave of his SOCKS!

 

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