My master Simon sir looks on with manly pride at his lovely
wife as she introduces their friend, Ms Emelia madam, to me – their household
sock slavey:
‘This is our sock slavey, Emelia. Simon and I call him ‘sockieboy’,
or sometimes ‘sockies’ for short, as he must permanently serve our socks –
putting them on and taking them off our feet; straightening them around our
ankles; mouthwashing them after we’ve worn them, and so on. He has to think
about our socks all the time and is not allowed to look at us above our socks,
or at our friends above their socks! Show him your socks, Emelia, while you
make him kiss your feet!’
Ms Emelia duly stretches forth her right, sneakered foot
beneath my kneeling face:
‘Kiss my foot, slave. And look at my sock.’
‘Yes, Ms Emelia madam. At once, Ms Amelia madam.’
‘Praise and bless Ms Emelia’s sock while you’re kissing
her sneaker, sockieboy!’, barks My mistress Mukta down at me with her
husband’s evident approval.
Mindful of my mistress’s WHIP (and, indeed, of my master
Simon’s WHIP!), I duly obey, and in between my menial mouthfuls of Ms Emelia’s
sneaker leather, I praise and bless her white sock:
‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam…
Oh pray, Ms Emelia’s sock, if it pleases you Ms Emelia’s white sock, truly I
worship you, oh sock, for I am just a pathetic sock slavey, madam sock, if you
would be so kind to an humble slave in your power and at your
mercy, mistress Ms Emelia’s sock?’
The assembled company, and their socks, all laugh at me though,
pathetically, I actually take great pride in my slavish devotion to my betters’
socks. Their socks are my life!
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| 'Show him your socks, Emelia, while you make him kiss your feet!’ |
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| ‘Kiss my foot, slave. And look at my sock.’ |
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| ‘Yes, Ms Emelia madam. At once, Ms Amelia madam.’ |
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| I proceed, under orders from my mistress Mukta, to praise and bless Ms Emelia's SOCK as I kiss her outstretched foot |
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| And there is much that is praiseworthy about her SOCK... |
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| ...particularly the patterns in the stitching... |
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| ...and the reinforced, elasticated top of her short SOCK! |
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| Whilst I am praising Ms Emelia's SOCK, I remain mindful of my own master and mistress's SOCKS behind me... |
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| ...SOCKS I have been required to praise and admire on many an ignominious occasion! |
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| SOCKS of GREATNESS! |
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| SOCKS of POWER! |
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| Their SOCKS! |
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| I must not even think of my masters above their SOCKS! |
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| Plus, of course, their WHIPS are also never far from my menial mind! |
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| Or my bended back! |
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| SOCKS and WHIPS - welcome to my lowly life... |
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| ...the life of a SOCK SLAVEY! |
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| But it is better to serve and submit to SOCKS, than to feel WHIP! |
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| 'Oh pray, Ms Emelia’s sock, if it pleases you Ms Emelia’s white sock, truly I worship you, oh sock... |
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| ...for I am just a pathetic sock slavey, madam sock... |
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| ...if you would be so kind to an humble slave in your power and at your mercy, mistress Ms Emelia’s sock?’ |
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| I continue to kiss Ms Emelia madam's sneaker in between my weaselly words of SOCK sycophancy |
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| My betters all look down on me and laugh at me |
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| As well they might! |
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