The One Who Wields The Whip

Whenever I am accompanying my magnificent master-sir and his pretty girlfriend to heel out on the street, for the most part all I get to see is the backs of the mistress’s SOCKS.

Still, that’s all I’m worthy to look at, being a mere slave! And it’s not like there isn’t much to observe in her socks – the STITCHING; the CREASING; the BOBBLING.

I consider myself lucky to even be allowed to accompany my superiors outside the home!

Durifully and unobtrusively following my master and mistress to heel down the street

For the most part, my lowly eyes are fixated on the backs of the mistress's SOCKS

I study the STITCHING and any CREASES or BOBBLING in the SOCKS

That's because I am a slave of the mistress's SOCKS, she being my master-sir's beloved girlfriend

Of course, the Law states I must also 'have regard' for my master-sir's SOCKS, since he (and hence they) own me!

If truth be told, my master's SOCKS are never far from my minuscule mind!

But it is his girlfriend's SOCKS that I feel most obliged to concentrate on

And not just because they are the SOCKS of a beautiful young woman...

...who happens to be my master's girlfriend...

...and with whom he is very much in love

There's another reason too. Ms Felicity might look like butter wouldn't melt in her pretty mouth

But it is very much SHE who wields the WHIP across my back whenever I displease her or her boyfriend! 


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