A Gynarchy mistress never needs to pull her own socks up.
She has a slave to do it for her!
‘Pull my sock up, slave. Pull it up straight. Smooth out the creases!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.'
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‘Pull my sock up, slave. Pull it up straight. Smooth out the creases!’ |
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‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.' |
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I gingerly pull up my pretty, but demanding, mistress's RIGHT SOCK! |
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She glares at me with wholly justifiable contempt, since I am nothing more than her personal SOCK PULLER-UPPER! |
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'Now f**k off, slave!' |
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As I obediently turn around and crawl out of the living room, mistress inspects her SOCK |
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She seems happy with it now |
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And delighted that, once again, I have been compelled to do her bidding |
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Her SOCKED FEET are now resting side by side on the living room floor |
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I hear her triumphant giggles as I slavishly crawl out of the room... |
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...having been so peremptorily dismissed from her superior presence! |
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I do hope I won't be punished later for any lingering CREASES in her supposedly pulled-up and straightened SOCK? |