Some of my esteemed customers just require a quick straightening
of their socktops inside their boots. It’s a demeaning job, but somebody’s got
to do it. And that somebody – or more accurately a nobody – is me!
The secret is to keep one’s head low and to really focus on
the humble task in hand, always making sure, of course, that one's fingers don’t
brush against the customer’s bare skin. For it is considered a great privilege
for a slave – any slave – to touch a superior’s sock, however demeaning
and degrading the task of adjusting another person’s socks on their ankles may
be! But it very much requires a light touch.
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| Carefully adjusting my prety customer's bootsock-top with a light touch |
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| 'Make sure my sock is perfectly straight, slave!' |
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| 'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress madam.' |
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| The wearer of the sock inspects my work beneath her |
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| She could, of course, easily stoop down to adjust her socktop herself |
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| But having me - a public sock-adjuster slave - do it for her, frees her up to enjoy her cigarette |
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| I make sure only to touch the SOCK, and not the skin |
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| Inadvertently touching a customer's skin is perhaps the greatest hazard of my menial job |
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| For any slave that touches a master or mistress's skin without permission shall most assuredly be WHIPPED! |
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| And deservedly so! |
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| I am here to adjust SOCKS - not fondle skin! |
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| Once she is satisfied with my bootsock-straightening efforts... |
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| ...the customer mistress simply turns her back on me and silently walks away... |
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| ...continuing her enjoyment of her cigarette |
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| I allow myself the 'reward' of proudly looking at her straightened bootsock |
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| I did that! |
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| I straightened the top of this bright and powerful young businesswoman's SOCK! |
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| It's a foolish pride on my part, of course |
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| For nobody else gives a damn about the state of the SOCK - least of all the wearer! She just enjoyed humiliating me. And rightly so! |
