Master Simon sir is introducing me to his neighbour, master
George sir:
‘This is my wife’s sockieboy slave, George. He’s obsessed
with my wife’s socks – and, indeed, with everyone’s socks! Would you like him
to kiss your feet?’
‘Sure thing, Simon!... Hey you down there, the sockieboy
slave! Kiss my feet and admire my socks!’
‘Yes master George sir. At once, master George sir. I
truly do admire your socks, sir. I’m pathetic like that, sir, if you will
forgive me sir?’
‘Haha. Tell me, boy, what do you admire most about my
socks?’
‘Oh sir. Oh master George sir! Thank you for asking, sir.
Sir, the thing I admire most about your socks is that they are your
socks, on your feet sir, and you are self-evidently a magnificent man,
sir, and most certainly a much better man than me, sir. I’m garbage sir!’
Master Simon sir chips in from high above me:
‘Haha, that’s right sockieboy. Show respect for our guest’s
feet and socks. Be pleasing to his socks, or you’ll feel the WHIP on your back!’
I kiss-respect master George sir’s shoes all the more
fervently!
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| ‘Haha, that’s right sockieboy. Show respect for our guest’s feet and socks. Be pleasing to his socks, or you’ll feel the WHIP on your back!’ |
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| I fervently kiss master George sir's shoes and praise his socks! |
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| These are, after all, the socks of a real man - of a much better man than me! |
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| They are the socks of a man who is my master and mistress's friend and neighbour! |
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| Magnificent socks, on a magnificent man! |
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| I admire the stitching in master George sir's socks |
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| I hope and pray he will do me the honour of showing me his other sock? |
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| For BOTH his socks are equally deserving of my slavish praise and attention! |
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| My master Simon sir's exhortions, and his mere mention of the WHIP, spurs me to even greater humility |
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| I MUST be pleasing to master George sir and his socks! |
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| I'm just a sockieboy slave - owned by my mistress Mukta's socks, and duty bound to show respect for all my betters' socks! |
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| Their SOCKS! |
