‘Slave, come here and straighten my left sock! It’s
become all wonky on my ankle!’
‘Yes, master Simon sir. At once, master Simon sir.’
As I shuffle forward to humbly attend to the master’s wonky
sock, his wife, my mistress Mukta, makes a helpful suggestion:
‘Why don’t you whip him, Simon darling – for allowing
your sock to become twisted on your ankle in the first place?’
‘Good idea, honey!... Slave, fetch the WHIP!’
‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’
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| Diligently straightening my master's left sock on his ankle |
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| Meanwhile the mistress makes a helpful suggestion to her beloved husband |
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| ‘Why don’t you whip him, Simon darling... |
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| ...for allowing your sock to become twisted on your ankle in the first place?’ |
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| I must listen passively to my mistress Mukta's helpful, but unwelcome suggestion as I continue to work on the master's SOCK! |
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| The mistress's own socks which I have been commanded to straighten on many an ignominious occasion! |
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| Mistress enjoys watching me being whipped by her hubby |
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| Master Simon sir thinks it's a great idea on her part! |
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| 'Slave, fetch the WHIP!’ |
I obey the master sir, of course. The WHIP will soon teach me not to neglect my master's SOCKS whilst he is wearing them on his feet!
