Sock Fancier's Humiliation

Sock Fancier's Humiliation - Part of Ms Mukta week

It is, of course, highly humiliating for the head-in-the-wall sock fancier not only to have to publicly declare his unnatural intertest in socks by dint of the derogatory, wooden sign wedged at the back of his confined neck, but to then have to study the plain, grey anklesocks of one of his regular customer-mistress’s, miss Mukta, whilst he kiss-worships her dirty sneaker toes, when he would much rather be studying the knee-length, white bootsocks of the uniformed Gynarchy police-officer mistress whose job it is to watch over him and ensure the demeaning, wooden signpost remains in place.

However, the business-end of miss Mukta’s brown, leather whip – dangling ominously as it is just inches away from his face – will doubtless help to ensure his focus and concentration on the plain grey socks directly in front of him. And miss Mukta’s socks truly deserve to be admired, for there is much to be studied and contemplated in even a pair of plain grey socks; such as:

·         The texture and weave of the sock
·         The individual stiches
·         The creases and folds in the sock
·         The provenance of her socks (were they a gift from her husband, or self-purchased)
·         The length of time they have been inside her sneakers
·         The various aromas of the sock (for no sock smells the same all over)

Actually, things are starting to look up for the pathetic sockhead as a beautiful, young black woman joins the queue, and she is wearing a comparatively exotic pair of lacy, African-themed socks on her shapely ankles. Not only that – but she is wearing socks with sandals – always a pleasing combination for a sockslave as he will get to study the reinforced toe and heel areas of the socks; areas normally hidden inside sneakers or boots. How exciting for him!

‘Concentrate on my socks, slave!’, barks down miss Mukta at him suddenly, swiftly bringing him back down to earth!


Ha! Ha! This pathetic loser really mustn’t lose sight of customer-mistress Mukta’s plain grey socks – and her whip! Truly this lowly, sock-obsessed footslave is at the mercy of all young women and their socks! They decide which socks to wear on their pretty feet, and therefore which socks to tease him with as he kiss-respects their outer footwear. He is helpless and powerless in the face of girls’ socks – and rightly so; for their socks are better than him!































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