In my lowly and ignominious capacity as my mistress Mukta’s
personal SOCK SLAVEY, one of my routine tasks, usually performed to order several
times throughout the day, is to gently and respectfully straighten her SOCKS on
her ankles.
It’s so routine, my mistress oftentimes can’t even be
bothered to watch me as I am doing it. But her ever-loving husband often
watches me like a hawk as I touch his wife’s SOCK, presumably to make sure I don’t
inadvertently touch his wife’s skin, and he does so with a WHIP!
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| Ms Mukta nonchalantly having her SOCKS straightened |
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| A mundane task she would be more than capable of performing herself |
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| But why should she, when she employs a SOCK SLAVEY to do it for her? |
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| I must be ultra-cautious NOT to inadvertently touch my mistress's BARE SKIN above the SOCK! |
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| Otherwise, her husband's MIGHTY WHIP will be making contact with my BARE FLESH! |
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| My humbling view of the routine task in hand |
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| Meanwhile, the SOCK wearer stares nonchalantly into space - bored with my mundane performance! |
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| Her magnificent husband, however, my master Simon sir, is watching over me like a HAWK! |
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| And his equally magnificent WHIP is not far from my kneeling BACK! |
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| I therefore straighten the SOCK in fear! |
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| I have, of course, been required to straighten the master's own SOCKS on many an ignominious occasion |
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| But, for now, I must focus intently on straightening FEMALE SOCK... |
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| ...under the shadow of the WHIP! |
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| The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP! |
