Clever And Erudite

My clever and erudite master Simon sir often likes to show off the deliberately wonky stocks he personally designed and constructed to his friends, using me – his sockieboy slave – to demonstrate just how unpleasant and uncomfortable they are for whichever poor wretch is confined in them.

His friends laugh approvingly at my discomfort as I languish in between my mighty master-sir’s socked ankles, knowing that they shall never be confined thusly in the humiliating wonky stocks as, unlike me, they are not slaves!

My magnificent master Simon sir is justifiably proud of the wonky stocks he has so cleverly designed

He delights in the approval of his friends...

...who praise and congratulate him on his cleverness and ingenuity. And rightly so!

I, meanwhile, inferior being that I am, must languish in between my master-sir's SOCKED ANKLES...

...listening to my superiors laughing at me...

...as I feel my master's RIGHT SOCK brushing against my so ignominiously confined, futrrowed forehead! 

His LEFT SOCK too is never far from my face!

Truly, I am the slave of my master's SOCKS!

I am even forbidden, by Law, from thinking about my magnificent master-sir above his SOCKS!

He is such a great man - a so much better man than me...

...clever; reudite; handsome; strong; young. All the things I am not!

Meanwhile, the Law states I must 'have regard for' the SOCKS of my master-sir's interlocutors...

..since they too are my betters, being my master's friends and acquaintances

I thus look admiringly up towards the purple BOOTSOCK-TOPS of Ms Sharon madam...

...and over towards the finely textured SOCKS of her superb husband, master George sir. Truly, I am honoured to be surrounded by such fabulous SOCKS whilst I am languishing in the wonky stocks!


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