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!
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| My mistress Shakayla brusquely ordering me to order her SOCK DRAWER! |
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| I kiss her feet to assure her of my slavish compliance with her orders |
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| I am very conscious of her WHIP dangling over my humble head! |
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| Better to KISS CROCS, than feel WHIP! |
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| I make sure to kiss the holes in the CROCS where her SOCKS peek through |
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| Since I am her 'sock orderly', I must show respect for all her SOCKS... |
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| ...including the ones she has on now! |
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| It is an honour for the likes of lowly me, you see, to be so close to my superior mistress's SOCKS... |
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| ...let alone touch them! |
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| And yet, that is precisely what I have been ordered to do... |
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| ...to touch her disorderly SOCKS in her personal SOCK DRAWER in order to bring some order to them! |
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| Having kissed my mistress's feet, I set about fulfilling her orders. I tidy her SOCK DRAWER! |












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