No Idle Threat

 My mistress Mukta bosses me about with a stern warning:

‘I hope you’re not being distracted by that courting couple, slavey? Your job is to concentrate on my socks, my whole socks and nothing but my socks. If I think you are allowing yourself to be distracted from studying my socks, even for one second, I’ll have you WHIPPED!’

I must reassure my mistress Mukta of my undivided attention and devotion to her socks:

‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you mistress Mukta madam, this slave is 100% focussed on your socks, madam, and is dutifully studying the stitching and the various creases in the side of your sock, mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding to this pathetic sock slavey at your feet, mistress madam?’

She laughs at me:

‘I’m glad to hear it, slavey! Continue as you are!’

She may be satisfied, for now, with my obsequious response. But her words of warning had most certainly been no idle threat!

‘I hope you’re not being distracted by that courting couple, slavey?'

'Your job is to concentrate on my socks!'

‘Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you mistress Mukta madam, this slave is 100% focussed on your socks, madam!'

I focus with renewed energy on studying the side of my mistress's left sock...

...the one closest to my kneeling face!

Every stitch must be admired...

...every crease mentally honoured!

My mistress's SOCKS are my MASTERS!

God forbid I should ever be distracted from them!

‘I’m glad to hear it, slavey! Continue as you are!’

I obey my mistress's words and continue to focus on her LEFT SOCK!

Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... My mistress's SOCKS!... ALL is SOCK, and SOCK is ALL!... SOCK!




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