Adjusting kneesocks is the highest a public socks adjuster
can ever go. Even if a customer is wearing thigh-high socks, by LAW he is
forbidden from raising his hands, or his head, above their knees. He’s just not
worthy enough!
In this instance a Gynarchy magistrate master-sir enjoys
witnessing the sock adjuster slave’s public humiliation before going over to
him after the young woman has gone and mockingly asking him how he had liked it
– touching a superior young woman’s kneesocks, whilst she was still wearing
them on her legs and having to take orders from her? Didn’t he feel ashamed?
The kneeling slave responds, humbly and truthfully, that he
had liked it, sir, but not that much sir, as it had been deeply shaming
and humiliating for him, as well as a slavish honour, begging your pardon and
understanding most respected Gynarchy magistrate master-sir?
The magistrate sir just laughs at him – and rightly so!
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The public socks adjuster slave adjusts the socks of a bright young woman... |
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...whilst she casually smokes her refreshing cigarette |
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'Make sure the seams are straight, slave!' |
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'Yes, mistress madam.' |
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By 'seams', he presumes she means the vertical lines of stitching in the socks |
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His humbling view of such vertical lines of stitching |
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By Law, his fingers cannot go any higher than the top of the SOCK |
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And his gaze must be kept low, beneath the top of the SOCK! |
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That's because, by Law, he is not considered worthy enough to look at his customers above their SOCKS! |
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His only humble business is with their SOCKS - and straightening them! |
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Nor is he ever permitted to feel bare leg flesh. Only SOCK! And rightly so! |
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As the self-satisfied customer turns to silently walk away from him... |
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...the Gynarchy magistrate master-sir, who has been watching proceedings from the wings... |
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...steps forward to verbally mock, belittle and humiliate the slave! |
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The kneeling slave's humbling view of the magistrate master-sir's shiny, black leather boots... |
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...as he takes great pleasure in berating the weak and helpless slave! |
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What an inferior being the socks adjuster slave is! |
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Even now, all he can think about is whether or not the magistrate master-sir intends to use him to have his socks adjusted? |