Effusive Praise

A Gynarchy girl has brought along a portable stool to sit on so that she, and her boyfriend, can torment their local public humble-head all night! As he is a designated ‘sockieboy footslave’ she mockingly orders him to comment on her lacy, nylon SOCKS, which he does in the most effusive of terms, much to both her and her manly boyfriend’s amusement:

‘Oh pray, mistress madam, if it pleases you mistress madam, your nylon socks are fantastic, mistress, because they are your socks, on your feet, madam, and you are perfect, miss, begging your female pardon and that of your manly boyfriend for my slavish impertinence, madam? Oh mistress, I can see the individual fishnet-stitches in your socks, mistress, and the contrasting dark, narrower stitching in the tops of your lacy socks, madam. Oh your socks, miss! Your lacy nylon socks! Praise be unto your socks, miss!’

The happy couple are both smokers, making the slave even more effusive towards their socks:

‘Oh pray mistress, your cigarette makes you look even more cool, mistress madam, and thus enhances even further the splendour of your socks, miss, begging your female pardon and understanding miss and that of your manly boyfriend who also looks super-cool with his cigarette in his hand, and whose socks I also very much admire, most magnificent master and mistress sirs please don’t hurt me masters?’

The slave speaks the truth, of course. The couple do look cool, and he is right to be effusive about their socks, given that his customers’ socks dominate his lowly life as he kisses their feet, day in and day out, 365 days a year!

What a privilege, what an honour, for a lowly, public footservant to be given the opportunity to effusively praise the socks of a superior couple such as this, and to even breathe in the same air as their socks!

‘Oh pray, mistress madam, if it pleases you mistress madam, your nylon socks are fantastic, mistress...

...because they are your socks, on your feet, madam, and you are perfect, miss...

...begging your female pardon and that of your manly boyfriend for my slavish impertinence, madam?'

The slave is right, and he is also right to contrast the wide, fishnet stitches in the main body of the mistress's nylon socks...

...with the thicker, narrower stitching in the dark, lacy tops of her socks!

He is also right to effusively praise her boyfriend's socks...

...since he too is a smoker...

...and is a much better man than the slave!

Truly, this pathetic old slave man must feel blessed...

...to even breathe in the same air as this superior couple's SOCKS?

What a privilege! What an honour for him!

To be able to praise such fabulous pairs of SOCKS!

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