Successful Chat-Up Lines

When an office master-sir, master Derwent sir, comes over to my office-mistress Ms Shaniqua madam’s desk for a chat with her, I have the added indignity of having to remain kneeling whilst I admire his manly, office SHOES and SOCKS! That’s because, as an office footslave, I must respect and admire the FEET and FOOTWEAR of all my office superiors! 

Studying and admiring master Derwent sir's office SHOES and SOCKS...

...as he, seemingly successfully, impresses my office-mistress Shaniqua madam with his manliness!

I, of course, am fit only to look the office master-sir in the SOCK!

I study the lines of STITCHING in his BLUE SOCK...

...the one closest to my face!

I prefer WOMAN-SOCK to MAN-SOCK...

...but office footslaves can't be choosers!

The WHIP-MARKS on my back are constant reminder to me of my place at the feet of my betters!

Of course, whatever master Derwent sir is saying to my mistress Shaniqua is none of my damn business!

As SHE, by way of contrast, hangs on his every word...

...I must hang my humble head in SHAME next to his SOCKS!

Please don't beat me masters. I will be a good office footslave to you both, masters!

I know my place, masters, and it is at your office BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS!

God bless you, master Derwent sir. I wish you and the mistress every happiness, sir. It is an honour to kneel at your FEET, sir!


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