Household Sockservant

I am the personal sockslave of a beautiful, young Indian woman by the name of miss Mukta.

My 21 year old mistress likes to wear brightly coloured socks inside her boots, and here you see me salivating at the sight of her pretty socktop and yearning for her to give me the order to take off her boots and sniff her socks. For it is now late evening and her boots and socks have been on her feet all day, ever since I put them on her pretty feet first thing this morning before she left for work.

How I have longedfor their return (being a housebound sockservant I don’t get to accompany my mistress outside her apartment). But notice too my sockslavish self-restraint - a restraint engendered by the nearby whip. For the whip is never far from my back in this household, and will be applied with Indian-girl vigour to my kneeling torso if I so much as nuzzle her exposed socktop with my dirty-sockslave nose!


And so I must kneel and pray for sock, as befits an obedient and respectful, household sockservant. For sniffing female sock is a privilege that must be earned – through obedience and humility.




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