My master and mistress pose for photos in the food hall
whilst I dutifully kneel next to their feet.
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| I am not required to look at the camera - only at my master and mistress's feet | 
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| I must study their feet, as befits a loyal and obedient footservant | 
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| Particularly my mistress's SOCKS, since she has nicknamed me her 'SOCK SLAVEY'! | 
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| I consider myself very lucky to be my mistress's personal SOCK SLAVEY, since there is much to admire about her SOCKS! | 
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| needless to say, however, I must show equal respect for the feet and footwear of my mistress's boyfriend | 
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| He is my MASTER SIR, by virtue of being my mistress's chosen sexual partner | 
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| I must, therefore, serve his feet also, and show the utmost  slavish respect for the master sir and his footwear | 
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| If he looks serious, it's probably because he is minded to WHIP me! | 
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| Master sir is always WHIPPING me! He is extremely adept at wielding the WHIP across my back! | 
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| Master isn't wearing any SOCKS inside his shoes today, meaning his feet will be HOT and SWEATY! | 
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| Unlike my mistress's feet. Her natural foot juices will be absorbed by her SOCKS! | 
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| I am conscious of the tiny mole on the side of master's FOOT. I have been commanded to kiss that mole many times! | 
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| But it is my mistress's SOCKS that DOMINATE my menial mind... | 
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| ...since I am her SOCK SLAVEY! | 
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| I study the patterns in the STITCHING of her BLACK SOCKS | 
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| Such an INTRICATE WEAVE. Her SOCK is a much more complex and advanced entity than me! | 
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| I am, of course, forbidden to look at my mistress above the SOCK! | 
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| Her SOCKS represent the limit of my lowly existence | 
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| Her SOCKS are ALL, and ALL is her SOCKS! | 
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| I am forbidden to even think about my mistress above the SOCKS! | 
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| And she rarely gives lowly me a second thought | 
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| I'm just the 'thing' at her SOCKS - her SOCK SLAVEY. Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING! |