Humble Life

Oh what a humble, not to say humiliating, life I lead – straightening the SOCKS of others day in and day out, mainly because they can’t be bothered to stoop down and do it themselves, and I’m just a slave who must do his masters’ and mistresses’ bidding!

Here you see me straightening the SOCKS of a ‘lazy’ young woman in front of her boyfriend, who finds me both pathetic and amusing – as well he might, magnificent man that he is! I would be honoured to straighten his SOCKS too, should he so command it!

Meanwhile my superlative gaoler-sir looks on, with his WHIP ever at the ready, making sure I remain humble and respectful towards my BETTERS, and their SOCKS!

Humbly straightening the SOCKS of a customer-mistress in front of her manly boyfriend and my superb gaoler-sir

I realise this is a great, if humiliating, honour for a slave like me!

Must be careful not to inadvertently touch the customer's bare leg!

For her bemused, handsome boyfriend is watching on

I would contentedly straighten his SOCKS also, should he require me to!

But, for now at least, it is the SOCKS of his girlfriend that require my undivided attention!

Such a pretty girl...

...though my humble focus must be entirely on her SOCKS!

On the task in humble hand!

That of touching and straightening her SOCKS!

Smoothing out all the CREASES, because she can't be bothered to do it herself!

Meanwhile, my magnificent gaoler master-sir is also watching on...

...his WHIP ever at the ready!

I'm ashamed to say, I have had to touch and straighten his SOCKS on many an ignominious occasion

Truly, I am the slave of other people's SOCKS!

The SOCKS of my BETTERS

Their SOCKS!

SOCKS!

I must focus on their SOCKS!

I'm just a SOCK-STRAIGHTENER SLAVE, and that's all I ever will be!


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