To The Slave

It’s only when I am ordered by my master-sir to take off his pretty girlfriend’s boots and massage her socked feet that I actually get to see her SOCKS. And, indeed, to touch them, whilst the master-sir gets to fondle her breast!

To the master-sir, the beautiful young woman’s body. To me, the slave, her SOCKS!

'Take off my girl's boots, slavey, and massage her socks!'

Getting to massage, let alone even touch, a superior young woman's SOCKS is something of an honour for the likes of lowly me!

Even if the pretty wearer of the SOCKS only has eyes for my handsome master-sir!

The SOCKS are warm, sweaty and creased, having been inside the goddess's BOOTS all day!

I can feel her TOES wriggling with subliminal pleasure inside the moist SOCKS...

...as I gently knead them!

I also make sure not to look above the SOCKS, out of respect for them!

To the slave, the SOCKS!

To the master-sir, the BREASTS...

...and all the young woman's LOVE and FEMALE ATTENTION!

Mind you, I'd rather be ignored and rubbing the mistress's SOCKS...

...than having to rub my master-sir's SWEATY TOES and FEET!


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