Sockieboy-Slave Proposal

 A Japanese man contemplates buying a slave for his pretty girlfriend:

‘You like I buy you, slave? Make you sockieboy-slave of my girlfriend for rest of your life? You like be slave of her socks?’

‘Oh pray, master sir, if it pleases you master sir, this slave would indeed be honoured to be your beautiful girlfriend’s personal sockieboy-slave, sir, and would keep himself only unto her socks for the rest of his lowly life, master, if it would be pleasing to you both, masters?’

The would-be sockieboy slave then kisses the socks of his potential new owner, by way of a further demonstration of his proposed loyalty to the young woman’s socks. The couple laugh at him!

What do you think? Should they buy him, or is he just too old and ugly to be associated with such a beautiful young Asian woman’s SOCKS?

‘You like I buy you, slave? Make you sockieboy-slave of my girlfriend for rest of your life?... 

...You like be slave of her socks?’


'Oh pray, master sir, if it pleases you master sir... 

...this slave would indeed be honoured to be your beautiful girlfriend’s personal sockieboy-slave, sir'

The old fool feverishly kisses his potential new owner's socks...

...in an effort to demonstrate his feverish commitment to them

Better to serve SOCK...

...than work under the WHIP in the slave mines!

SOCKS or mines?

He chooses SOCKS!

He would even be prepared to kiss the Japanese master-sir's SOCKS, if it helped to secure his sockieboy enslavement!

Everyone laughs at him as he grovels in the dirt at the young woman's SOCKS!

What do you think?

Should they buy him?

Or is the old fool just too ugly to be forever associated with such a beautiful young woman's SOCKS?

Is the old slave man worthy enough to become her personal sockslave?

Will her soft SOCKS soon be replacing the merchant master-sir's sweaty bare feet...

...beneath his lowly lips?


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