Sock Groveller

My mistress Mukta has me straighten her friend Ms Sharon’s socktops above her boots. I must take great care not to touch Ms Sharon madam’s bare skin as I do so, otherwise the WHIP will dance across my back!

Meanwhile, master George sir (Ms Sharon’s husband) chuckles to himself at my abject cowering beneath the female WHIP. You’d never catch him grovelling on the floor at his wife’s BOOTS and SOCKS! Then again, he never has, and never will, experience the female WHIP’S biting STING, being a free man; a real man! 

Straightening out the creases in Ms Sharon madam's BOOTSOCK-TOP under threat of the WHIP!

I must be careful NOT to touch her SKIN!

I only have female permission to touch SOCK

And what a lowly privilege, what a lowly honour that is!

The WHIP dangles not far from my back...

...in the hand of my mistress Mukta madam...

...an excellent WHIPMISTRESS!

Meanwhile, master George sir chuckles at the sight of my grovelling at his wife's BOOTS and SOCKS

He, of course, is NOT being threatened by the WHIP - and never will be!

'Haha, that's right slave - straighten my wife's SOCK. And make sure you DON'T touch her skin!'


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