Greeting A Guest Master-Sir

‘Slave, greet our guest! Kiss him on the sock!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once master Samuel sir… Oh pray, master William sir, welcome to my master’s home, sir. I kiss you on the sock, sir.’

I must be pleasing to my master’s guest, otherwise I shall be WHIPPED! 

‘Slave, greet our guest! Kiss him on the sock!’

'Oh pray, master William sir, welcome to my master’s home, sir. I kiss you on the sock, sir.’

Kissing another man's sock, in an effort to please him and my master-sir

My lowly lips must humiliatingly make contact with another man's SOCKS...

...whilst he is wearing them!

I admire the stitching and the coloured hoops in master William sir's SOCKS!

These are, after all, the SOCKS of a REAL MAN!

I am fit only to kiss him on the SOCK!

His SOCKS!... I'm a SLAVE!... SOCKS!... MASTER!...

Mercy master Wiliam sir. Oh your SOCKS sir!

My master Samuel's angry mouth, barking his masterful orders down at me

My master Samuel sir's toes - oft kissed by my lowly lips!

The same lips that must now kiss the SOCKS of our guest!

His SOCKS!... Master William's SOCKS!...


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