Sure enough, as soon as my master and mistress reach the café,
and before they even order their meals or sit down, I am ignominiously ordered
to straighten the mistress’s SOCKS – a lowly task, but one fitting for a slave
who is such a lowly part of their lives; their SOCKSLAVE!
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| Under the watchful eye of the master-sir, I straighten the mistress's SOCKS in the cafe |
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| It's a lowly, demeaning task, but one I am confident in doing, given this is my bread and butter! |
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| What I must avoid doing at all costs, of course, is inadvertently touching the mistress's skin! |
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| Meanwhile, other people in the cafe cast disparaging glances down at me - the pathetic SOCK-SLAVEY... |
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| ...obediently straightening his mistress's SOCKS! |
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| Of course, it is the SOCK-WEARER I must be most pleasing to... |
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| ...And her boyfriend - my master-sir! |
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| Their SOCKS demand the highest standards of lowly obedience on my humble part! |
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| My whole lowly life must revolve around their SOCKS! |
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| I have been obliged to straighten the master's SOCKS on many an ignominious occasion! |
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| But, for the moment at least, his SOCKS appear perfectly straight and neat! |
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| And so it is the WRINKLES in the mistress's SOCKS I must humbly and respectfully touch-attend to! |