Putting Me On The Spot

A magnificent master-sir puts me on the spot:

‘I heard you praising that girl’s socks, boy! Is she a regular customer of yours, or something?’

‘Yes, master sir. Begging your pardon master-sir, and thanking you for your kind question, sir. This slave is honoured to be the regular humble-head slave of Ms Mukta madam, sir, if it pleases you, master sir please don’t hurt me sir?’

The master-sir chuckles at me, before hitching up his trouser-leg to expose his left sock atop his black leather boot. It is a dark grey sock (rather like Ms Mukta’s SOCKS before it!):

‘So what about my socks, slavey-boy? Don’t you respect them too? Or are my socks not good enough for you?’

‘Oh pray! Oh master sir! This slave is indeed most admiring and appreciative of your socks, sir. Oh, your socks, sir! Your socks! Sir, I am the slave of all socks, sir, if you would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at your feet and at your mercy, kind master-sir?’

He grunts his manly disapproval of me and unceremoniously shoves his right foot first in front of my face, thereby affording me an even more humbling view of his right sock on his manly ankle.

I kiss the master-sir’s outstretched, booted foot and look up to his SOCK, in a manner befitting a humble, public FOOT AND SOCK LACKEY. 

A magnificent master-sir, a stranger, quizzes me as to my slavish appreciation of his SOCKS

I seek to assure the master-sir, and his SOCKS, of my undying devotion to them!

And, let's face it, what's not to appreciate about them? I think the THICK STITCHES are particularly impressive!

These are, after all, the SOCKS of a REAL MAN - of a much BETTER MAN than me!

‘Oh pray! Oh master sir! This slave is indeed most admiring and appreciative of your socks, sir...

...Oh, your socks, sir! Your socks!'

My menial mouth is soon stopped by the master-sir's right BOOT-TOE...

...therby affording me a superb, if lowly, view of his RIGHT SOCKTOP!

The SOCK! The STITCHING!

I, literally, look up to the MAN'S SOCK!

He has me repeatedly kiss his BOOTS...

...for well over an hour. So I get to see a lot of SOCK!


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