‘Slave, my girlfriend’s socks are creased around her
ankles. Fix them for her!’
‘Yes master sir. At once master sir.’
It is not my role to question any of my master’s orders,
however demeaning they are for me. I’m just a slave and must simply obey! I
therefore humbly and respectfully cradle the pretty mistress’s right foot in my
hands as I smooth out the creases in her sock, making sure to look only at the
sock and not above the sock. It is not my place to look at, or even think
about, my master’s girlfriend above her socks!
My master-sir has yet more humiliation in store for me:
‘Describe my girlfriend’s sock while you straighten it,
slave. Describe it in detail and make sure you do so in the most praising of
terms or, by God, my WHIP will soon crack across your back again!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once master sir… Oh sir, the
mistress’s sock is indeed most admirable, sir. It is soft to the touch, and I can feel
the magnificent patterns in the thick, cotton stitching on my unworthy fingertips, sir. Oh
pray master sir, if it pleases you master sir, I can also observe from my lowly position the intricate
patterns in the stitching of the sock, sir. They are pure craftsmanship, sir –
I can feel the thick lines of horizontal stitching where they cross the
vertical lines, master sir. Such a pretty pattern in the weave of your
girlfriend’s sock, sir! Truly it is an honour for me to touch your girlfriend’s
sock, sir. Please don’t have me beaten for the privilege, master sir? Oh the
sock, sir! Oh your girlfriend’s sock, master sir!’
‘Shut up now, pathetic sockslave, and concentrate on your
lowly work! Make damn sure you smooth out all those sock creases!’
I shut my menial mouth and obediently concentrate on the
humble task in hand.
Meanwhile the wearer of the sock watches from on high above
me and listens bemusedly as I reverentially straighten her sock on her ankle –
something she could easily do for herself, but it is, of course, much more
pleasurable for her to have her manly boyfriend’s lowly houseslave cravenly do
it for her!
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'Slave, my girlfriend’s socks are creased around her ankles. Fix them for her!’ |
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‘Describe my girlfriend’s sock while you straighten it, slave... |
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...Describe it in detail... |
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...and make sure you do so in the most praising of terms... |
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...or, by God, my WHIP will soon crack across your back again!’ |
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‘Yes, master sir. At once master sir… Oh sir, the mistress’s sock is indeed most admirable, sir... |
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...I can feel the magnificent patterns in the thick, cotton stitching on my unworthy fingertips, sir... |
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...and the thick lines of horizontal stitching where they cross the vertical lines, master sir... |
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...They are pure craftsmanship, sir... |
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...Truly it is an honour for me to touch your girlfriend’s sock, sir... |
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...Oh the sock, sir! Oh your girlfriend’s sock, master sir!’ |
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The pretty wearer of the sock watches bemusedly as I cravenly attend to her sock creases upon her manly boyfriend's command! |