Unspoken Threat

 Master Simon sir has me pay my slavish respects to his wife’s new SNEAKERS and SOCKS:

‘Slave, kiss my wife’s new SNEAKERS and verbally praise her SOCKS. Describe her SOCKS to us in detail from your lowly viewpoint!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once master Simon sir…. Oh pray master Simon sir, oh pray mistress Mukta madam, if it pleases you master and mistress, this slave is most admiring of the mistress’s new SNEAKERS and SOCKS, masters, which, if this slave might be so bold, suit the mistress down to the ground, masters, pray forgive this slave’s forwardness and unseemly precociousness masters please don’t beat me masters? Sirs, the mistress’s SOCKS are particularly appealing to the slave, masters, on account of their fine stitching, masters, and the way they hug the mistress’s shapely calf muscles, masters, if you would be so kind and understanding to an helpless slave at your feet masters? Praise be unto you, mistress Mukta madam, and your SNEAKERS and SOCKS, miss?’

‘Give us more detail about her SOCKS, slave! What can you see down there?’

‘Oh sir, oh master Simon sir, this slave can see the individual lines of stitching within the mistress’s white SOCKS, sir, and within those the individual stitches of the SOCKS themselves, masters, praise be unto you both, master and mistress. Truly this slave is overwhelmed by the beauty and intricacy in the patterns of the mistress’s SOCK-STITCHING masters. Praise be unto the SOCKS, masters?’

‘And what about the CREASES, slave? Can you observe any CREASES in my wife’s SOCKS from your humble position?’

‘Yes indeed, master sir, if you will forgive me, master Simon sir? Please don’t have me beaten for the mistress’s SOCK CREASES sir? Would the master like this slave to straighten out those CREASES with his nugatory nose, masters?’

‘Shut up, slave. Just keep on kiss-respecting your mistress’s SNEAKERS!’

I shut up, and continue to kiss-respect FEMALE SNEAKER, whilst silently admiring FEMALE SOCK, next to the master’s equally magnificent LOAFERS and SOCKS, and under the unspoken threat of the WHIP!

‘Slave, kiss my wife’s new SNEAKERS and verbally praise her SOCKS...

...Describe her SOCKS to us in detail from your lowly viewpoint!’

Master Simon sir has his WHIP to hand, so I must be mindful of its potential STING!

‘Yes, master sir. At once master Simon sir…

...Oh pray master Simon sir, this slave is most admiring of the mistress’s new SNEAKERS and SOCKS, masters...

...Praise be unto you, mistress Mukta madam, and your SNEAKERS and SOCKS, miss?’

I make sure to study my mistress Mukta's SOCKS in intimate detail, as ordered by the master sir

Better to study and appreciate SOCK, than to feel WHIP!

Master Simon's WHIP is never far from my back...

...hence my face is never far from his, and his wife's, SHOES and SOCKS!

I kiss SNEAKER whilst I am surrounded by SOCKS...

...the SOCKS of my BETTERS!

SHOES, SOCKS, WHIP... such is my lowly life!

The WHIP dangles threateningly just above my humble SNEAKER-KISSING, SOCK-ADMIRING head!

When Ms Mukta gracefully switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my face, I tilt my head to one side...

...so that my lowly, unworthy lips might gain greater purchase on her SNEAKER LACES!

'Keep on kiss-respecting your mistress’s SNEAKERS, slave!’

'Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. Oh pray masters, not the WHIP I prithee, sirs!'


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