‘Account for my wife’s socks on her feet throughout the
day, sock slavey!’
‘Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you master Simon sir,
this sock slavey has indeed been following the mistress’s socks to heel
throughout the day, sir, and studying them most diligently, sir. Sir, humbly
begging your pardon and forgiveness sir, this sock slavey must report sir that
a prominent crease developed in the mistress’s left sock just above her ankle
sir whilst she was ordering her food at the burger bar, master sir. Sir master sir please don’t have me beaten sir?’
‘Hmmph! What do you think, Mukta honey? Shall we have him
whipped for allowing your sock to become creased? Did it bother you at all?’
‘Nah, I never even noticed, Simon darling. But whip him
if you want to anyway. He’s just a slave!’
‘Haha, to be honest, sweetheart, I could do with the
exercise!... Slave, fetch the WHIP!’
‘Yes master sir. At once master Simon sir.’
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| Giving my faltering account of the mistress's SOCKS on her feet to her beloved husband |
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| 'Sir, humbly begging your pardon and forgiveness sir... |
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| ...this sock slavey must report sir that a prominent crease developed in the mistress’s left sock just above her ankle sir... |
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| ...whilst she was ordering her food at the burger bar, master sir... |
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| ...Sir master sir please don’t have me beaten sir?’ |
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| Meanwhile, the offending left ankle SOCK rests nonchalantly on my kneeling back... |
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| ...no longer creased thanks to the outstretched positioning of the mistress's foot |
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| But she does nothing to intercede for me when the master sir suggests beating me! |
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| Her SOCK is without mercy! |
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| And rightly so, for I have let it down... |
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| ...by allowing it to become CREASED! |
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| Meanwhile master Simon's SOCKS pronounce judgment upon me: 'Slave, fetch the WHIP!’ |
