A truly magnificent master-sir with long socks humiliates me
in the stocks in front of his pretty girlfriend, as he is perfectly entitled to
do, praise be unto him!
 |
| A magnificent master-sir poses proudly for photographs as he humiliates me with his long socks and sandals |
 |
| His pretty girlfriend alternates her phone between his handsome face and my sock-entrapped face! |
 |
| Meanwhile, a passing magistrate master-sir joins in the laughter at my expense |
 |
| And rightly so, for I must truly be a ridiculous sight... |
 |
| ...lying prostrate on the dirty ground, my head and neck imprisoned in wood... |
 |
| ...and my temples trapped between another man's SOCKED ANKLES! |
 |
| His SOCKS!... His SANDALS!... The musty leather SANDAL-STRAPS! |
 |
| Meanwhile, if I dare to look ahead, all I can see are the mocking SNEAKERS and SOCKS of my tormentor's pretty girlfriend |
 |
| If truth be told, I would much rather be having her SOCKED ANKLES squeezing into my feckless forehead! |
 |
| Her SOCKS look soft and malleable! |
 |
| But it is the master's SOCKS that are digging into my temples and cheeks... |
 |
| ...the SOCKS of a REAL MAN... |
 |
| ...TALL and MIGHTY SOCKS that TOWER over my humble head! |
 |
| His SOCKS!... The master-sir's SOCKS! |
 |
| I have never met this MIGHTY MAN, or his SOCKS, before |
 |
| I can sense him grinning triumphantly down upon me from on high - as well he might... |
 |
| ...whilst his pretty girlfriend takes her humiliating photos of me... |
 |
| ...much to the passing magistrate master-sir's amusement and entertainment! |
 |
| SOCKS!... SOCKS!... All is SOCKS! |
 |
| Only my humbled face isn't smiling, for I know I am worth less than this man's SOCKS! |