Lawfully Wedded Sock
Today is the happiest day of my life, for regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta Madam has finally given her female consent for me to marry one of her socks. ‘Sock marriage’ is officially recognised in the Gynarchy – and she has even brought along a Gynarchy priest master-sir to officiate at my wedding to her sock; and a witness – her own husband, the magnificent master-Simon sir (a man who is married to an actual woman; not just her sock!). Needless to say, I am also obliged to humbly ask master Simon sir to be best man at my wedding, as he clearly is the best man.
By law it will mean that I am no longer permitted to lust after another woman’s socks, as I must remain faithful to Ms Mukta’s sock, and keep myself only on to her. My ‘socks fancier’ days must therefore come to an end! In exchange, however, I am now permitted to kiss Ms Mukta’s sock, though her sock will not live with me as such, as it is still required to adorn Ms Mukta’s foot. To be honest, it’s rare for a public footslave to have a ‘live-in’ relationship with a customer’s sock, since he has no abode in which to live. So the sock will continue to live with its owner, and only visit its slave-husband when it feels like it. But, as I said, I will have the conjugal right to kiss the sock, whenever Ms Mukta deigns to visit!
I feel very privileged to have such a pretty wife-sock in my life, and tell Ms Mukta so. The priest master-sir laughs at me as, having officiated at my ‘wedding’ (during which I had to swear an oath to honour and obey Ms Mukta’s sock) he mockingly informs me that I am now lawfully wedded to a sock and that I may now ‘kiss the bride’. Ms Mukta Madam graciously facilitates me in this happy endeavour, by holding her socked ankle up to my confined face, and master Simon sir then gives his ‘best man’s’ speech, in which he gleefully informs me that he is going to make love to his wife’s socks tonight, in order to consummate my marriage on my behalf, since I am clearly in no position to have sex being completely immured.
I thank master Simon sir – the best man – for his act of selfless generosity and kindness, and must then watch as my sock wife walks off with him arm-in-arm back to their cosy, warm apartment and conjugal bed. Not only am I an impotent sock-husband; I am also a sock-cuckold, and the best man, as always, has won.
Truly I feel humbled!
P.S. Shortly after the wedding, Ms Mukta’s sock filed for divorce, citing my inability to satisfy her sexually, and that she was in a loving relationship with another man – master Simon sir. The divorce was, needless to say, quickly granted and, under the Laws of the Gynarchy, I am forbidden to get married to a sock ever again. And so I must now remain a sock-celibate for the rest of my miserable existence.
