Lovely Girl

My mistress Fiona madam – ‘Fifi’ to her friends – is, by all accounts, a lovely person; kind to animals; loyal to her friends; the life and soul of the party! AND she is also very religious!

I, of course, being her slave, only ever get to experience her harsher side  - the sharpness of her tongue; the STING of her WHIP; her BOOTS and SOCKS!

Here you see me dutifully kneeling behind my mistress Fiona’s BOOTS and SOCKS as she converses with one of her friends on the street. Needless to say, I remain faithful to my own mistress’s footwear, and refuse to even glance over at the pretty shoes and socks of her interlocutor. The lingering SMART of my mistress’s WHIP on my BACK ensures my continued humility and obedience!

My lovely mistress Fiona madam conversing with a friend on the street

Needless to say, I am not a party to the conversation. I'm just a slave!

My place in such circumstances is simply to kneel, silently and unobtrusively, behind my mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS...

...and to STUDY them (admiringly)

I must NOT be distracted by the pretty shoes and socks of my mistress's interlocutor...

...but must focus my menial mind and my subservient unconsciousness on my own mistress's footwear!

I know what you're thinking - I must be a very bad and lazy slave to let my mistress's BOOTS get so DIRTY?

But, the fact is, my mistress Fiona likes her BOOTS to look dirty and 'lived-in'!

Her SOCKS, by way of contrast, are always IMMACULATE...

...with barely a CREASE in them!

Indeed, most of my WHIPPINGS can be attributed to my failure to keep my mistress's SOCKS neat and tidy around her ANKLES!

I fully DESERVE the WHIP in such circumstances, for it is my DUTY to care for my mistress's SOCKS

She even calls me her 'SOCK SLAVEY'!

And so, as the happy conversation continues high over my humble head...

...I remain steadfastly focussed on my mistress Fiona's BOOTS and SOCKS

Her words of kindness and laughter are not directed at me

They never are!

Only her WHIP is aimed at me, whenever I displease her...

...or her SOCKS!
 

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