My Reward

I know my place as a slave, and it’s kneeling next to the feet of my betters as they enjoy a beer in an outdoor café in the Chinatown area of the city. No beer for me, of course – just the reward of observing my mistress Zhi-Qiao’s sneakers and socks at close quarters.

My lowly place is always at the feet of my betters as they celebrate their freedom high above me

Here you see me studying my mistress Zhi-Qiao’s sneakers and socks

I can observe the DIRT she has walked in on the SOLES of her SNEAKERS

But my primary focus is on the tiny slither of WHITE SOCK peeking out the top of her SNEAKER

That's because I am, officially, her personal 'sock slavey'...

...and must therefore acquaint myself throughout the day with any movements in her SOCKS

It is such an honour, albeit an humbling one, to kneel so close to my pretty mistress's SOCKS!

Her SOCKS own me!

Though she herself is oblivious to my unending, slavish devotion to her SOCKS!

Indeed, her SOCKS, and by extension her sock slavey, are the last things on her mind as she celebrates with her uncle...

...master Guang Xi sir

A magnificent man whose feet (the Law states) I must also have slavish regard for

I have already kiss-greeted his TOES as he met up with his niece, my mistress

I believe they are celebrating her graduation from university with a degree in Economics

She will go far, my mistress Zhi-Qiao

I can only hope and pray that she takes me with her...

...so that I can continue to study, admire and serve her SOCKS!

She's a very fair mistress. She only WHIPS me when I deserve it!

Such as when I inadvertently take my eyes off her SOCKS!

But there's no chance of that right now. My lowly eyes are glued to her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!...My mistress Zhi-Qiao's SOCKS!

 

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