Tidy Chore

My magnificent master-sir, whip in hand, introduces me to his beautiful new fiancée and her allocated SOCK DRAWER:

‘Sock slavey, this is my fiancée’s sock drawer. Tidy all her SOCKS into neat pairs, and make sure you handle them with the same care and attention you have to show to my SOCKS!’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. It will be my great honour to sort your fiancée’s socks into their pairs, master sir, and I shall indeed treat them with the same slavish reverence and respect as I do towards your socks, sir, since they are the socks of my master’s fiancée, sir, and I am just a sock slavey, sir, begging your pardon and understanding master sir, please don’t beat me master?’

‘Kiss my fiancée’s feet, slave, and praise and bless her for leaving you with such an untidy collection of socks to sort out. Thank her profusely for giving you work to do in the form of such a lowly chore.’

‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.’

I shuffle around on my hands and knees to face the mistress’s feet:

‘Oh pray, mistress madam, if it pleases you mistress madam, God bless you for permitting me to tidy your sock drawer for you, mistress, and for keeping this pathetic sock slavey gainfully employed with your socks, madam. Truly it will be an honour for the likes of lowly me to touch your socks, miss, which I shall do with the utmost slavish respect, madam. Madam, I kiss the socks you are wearing on your feet right now, mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at your feet, mistress, please don’t have me beaten, miss?’

The happily engaged couple both laugh at me as I desperately kiss-respect the mistress’s SOCKED ANKLES above her sneakers.

‘Sock slavey, this is my fiancée’s sock drawer. Tidy all her SOCKS into neat pairs!'

'God bless you for permitting me to tidy your sock drawer for you, mistress...

 ...and for keeping this pathetic sock slavey gainfully employed with your socks, madam...

..Truly it will be an honour for the likes of lowly me to touch your socks, miss..

...I kiss the socks you are wearing on your feet right now, mistress...

 ...if you would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at your feet, mistress?'

As I kiss his fiancée's SOCKS, my superb master-sir watches me from behind like a hawk!

I must be pleasing to the mistress and her SOCKS...

...otherwise the master-sir will BEAT me!

My master-sir loves to BEAT me...

...with his mighty WHIP!

The master-sir's own BOOTS and SOCKS which I have kiss-respected on many an ignominious occasion!

But it is better for a sock slavey to kiss and worship SOCKS, than to feel the WHIP!

That's why I am a good sock slavey...

...fear of the WHIP!

Fortunately, the mistress is clearly pleased with my SOCK SERVITUDE, as she switches her feet in front of my face...

...before the happy couple triumphantly head off, leaving me to get on with my lowly task in hand - that of tidying the mistress's sock drawer!


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