A Slave Called 'Socks'

My master and mistress and their friends have recently taken to calling me just ‘Socks’. It makes perfect sense because that way they can save themselves the hassle of having to explain that their socks need straightening. Just one word on their part achieves the desired result – ‘Socks’ – and the slavey will dutifully, and immediately, straighten their SOCKS!

'Socks!'

'Make sure you do a good job, Socks, or you'll have my WHIP to answer to!'

Master Simon sir's whipping hand is clearly itching!

'Remember, Socks, the WHIP is never far from your back!'

Master Simon sir, as always, speaks the truth. I live in fear of the WHIP!

Must do a good job in straightening Ms Arabella's socks!

I concentrate intently on the humble task in hand!

Meanwhile, my mistress Mukta's SOCKS are looking on

She is just back from her run

She delights in my humiliation at her friend's SOCKS!

But I must remain resolutely focused on Ms Arabella madam's SOCKS!

My fate is in her hands. Displease her, and her host, my master Simon sir, has already promised me a WHIPPING!

'That's right, Socks. Straighten miss Arabella's socks with your bony old hands!'

'Yes, master Simon sir. I obey you, master Simon sir. Please don't WHIP me, sir?...

...I will be a good sock-straightener for Ms Arabella madam, sir!'

'And the other one, Socks!'

'Yes, Ms Arabella madam. I obey you, Ms Arabella madam.'


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