Serving A Stranger

As I am obediently and faithfully kneeling outside the Ladies’ Public Lavatories awaiting the emergence of my mistress Mukta following her ablutions, a man approaches me – a stranger. He asks me some pertinent questions, to which I must humbly and respectfully reply, since he is a free man and therefore a master sir, whereas I am just a slave:

‘What are you doing here, slave?’

‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you master sir, thank you for asking me, kind sir. Sir, I am humbly awaiting the emergence of my mistress from the Public Lavatory sir, begging your male pardon, master sir?’

He laughs at my obsequious response and fearful tone.

‘Haha, and what are your regular duties towards your mistress, slave?’

‘Sir, oh pray sir, if it pleases you sir, I am my mistress’s sock slavey, sir, responsible for the upkeep and wellbeing of my mistress’s socks both on and off her feet, sir? I’m garbage, sir!’

‘Haha, what a dork! A sock slavey! Haha!’

‘Yes indeed, master sir. I am nothing but a dork, sir – a sock dork. I’m just a sock flunkey, sir! Sir, if it pleases you master sir, would the master sir like me to attend to his socks in any way, sir? I’m sure my mistress wouldn’t mind, sir, since she takes the view that I am everyone’s sock slavey, sir, since everyone is my better, sir, if you would be so kind and understanding to a sock flunkey at your feet, sir?’

The man ponders the state of his socks on his feet:

‘Erm… you can straighten my right sock on my ankle, sock slavey. It’s a bit wonky!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once master sir. May I have your kind permission to touch your sock, sir?’

‘Yeah, go ahead sockie boy. Straighten my sock!’

I gingerly lean forward to touch the man’s sock on his right ankle, which he kindly stretches forward beneath my kneeling face. As I do so, my mistress emerges from the Lavatory, and the man addresses her:

‘I hope you don’t mind me using your sock slavey, babe? He offered to straighten my sock!’

Ms Mukta laughs (and beams with pride):

‘Sure, go ahead. As far as I’m concerned he’s everyone’s sock slavey. I often make him attend to all my friends’ and relatives’ socks!’

The two superior beings then laugh and look down upon me as I humbly attend to the stranger’s sock. 

A passing master-sir stops to ask me what I am doing

I humbly explain (to his socks) that I am my mistress's sock slavey, and am humbly awaiting her emergence from the Public Lavatory

The man then has me strighten his own right sock on his ankle

I gingerly touch the stranger's sock. I don't know where it's been!

But I also know it is the sock of a superior man to me...

...and that I should feel honoured to be allowed to touch it and straighten it!

I make sure to keep my lowly eyes firmly fixated on the man's SOCK

I am not worthy to look at him, or to even think about him, above the SOCK!

Meanwhile, my mistress emerges from the Public Restroom

The man 'apologises' to her for using her sock slavey, and says he hopes she doesn't mind?

Far from not minding, Ms Mukta is delighted that her personal sock slavey is being put to good use!

The couple watch me as I continue to smooth out any wrinkles in the man's right sock

From my lowly position, I can observe that my own mistress's SOCKS have developed creases, and will also, no doubt, require to be strightened!

But for now, her SOCKS are content to watch me serving the stranger's SOCK!

Either way, I am down amongst the SOCKS - where a sock slavey belongs!

These are the SOCKS of my betters; my masters; my gods!


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