Just Part Of Their Furniture

My magnificent master-sir and his family treat me as just another part of their household furniture. Here you see me silently admiring his 21-year-old daughter’s socks as master uses me as a footrest. I am largely ignored as I kneel on the floor. I’m just a thing to be used.

And rightly so, for I am their slave.

Largely ignoring me as the family use me as a footrest-cum-sock admirer

I must kneel and reverentially study the young mistress's socks whilst her father uses me as a footrest

Young mistress's other foot hovers ominously over my humble head...

...as I study her right sock on her shapely, 21-year-old ankle

This is the sock of my master's beloved daughter

It must, therefore, be afforded the utmost slavish respect by me - the family's slave

The pretty wearer of the sock, meanwhile, ignores me at her feet

To her, I'm just a part of the furniture

Her mother seated beside her also frequently uses me as her footslave...

...to wash her feet, put on and take off her sandals, give her feet massages etc

I am very familiar with my master's wife's feet and toes!

Oftentimes I am required to humbly and respectfully kiss them

Master-sir, meanwhile, is engaged in a telephone conversation with another relative, his brother...

...as his manly foot rests on the small of my whipped back

Again, these are feet and sandals I have kiss-respected on many occasions...

...as befits a slave paying humble homage to his magnificent master-sir!

This family own me!

I am, literally, just another part of their furniture...

...albeit a living part!

Truly I am oppressed by their feet

I must live my life on my knees, as befits a human footrest and sock-studier

Just think - this is the SOCK of one of my OWNERS!

The SOCK, therefore, OWNS me too!

The pretty wearer of the SOCKS doesn't give them a second thought

But I must carefully and reverentially study every STITCH, since the SOCK is better than me!

 

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