Sock Orderly

My mistress Shakayla madam brusquely orders me to tidy up the contents of her sock drawer. I kiss her feet and thereby humbly confirm my compliance with her orders. Anything to avoid the all-too-familiar, biting STING of her WHIP!

My mistress Shakayla brusquely ordering me to order her SOCK DRAWER!

I kiss her feet to assure her of my slavish compliance with her orders

I am very conscious of her WHIP dangling over my humble head!

Better to KISS CROCS, than feel WHIP!

I make sure to kiss the holes in the CROCS where her SOCKS peek through

Since I am her 'sock orderly', I must show respect for all her SOCKS...

...including the ones she has on now!

It is an honour for the likes of lowly me, you see, to be so close to my superior mistress's SOCKS...

...let alone touch them!

And yet, that is precisely what I have been ordered to do...

...to touch her disorderly SOCKS in her personal SOCK DRAWER in order to bring some order to them!

Having kissed my mistress's feet, I set about fulfilling her orders. I tidy her SOCK DRAWER!


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