Accompanying My Masters

My mistress Mukta is kindly explaining to me that I am to accompany her and her husband to the cinema this afternoon, but only in my capacity as her sockieboy slave:

'Slave, you will accompany me to heel while me and Simon go to the cinema. You will wear your wooden footfool mask so that people don't have to see your ugly face, and you will look only at my socks. If I catch you looking away from my socks, or taking your mind off my socks, even for just one second, you will be sorely whipped! On the way to the cinema, and throughout the movie, all you will think about is my socks. Do I make myself clear, sockieboy slave?'

'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. I obey you, mistress Mukta madam. This slave will be a good sockieboy-slave to you today, mistress!'

'Very well, you may kiss my feet, slave.'

'Yes, mistress. Thanking you kindly mistress.'

Explaining to me my demeaning role as her sock-accompaniment whilst I kiss-respect her sneakers

And all whilst her manly husband looks on!

I must make sure the humiliating, wooden 'ears' on my degrading, donkey-like mask don't inadvertently brush aginst my mistress's soft jean legs!

For my humble focus right now must be on kissing my mistress's outstretched foot...

...whilst admiring her sock - a sock I must now silently study, along with her other sock, for the rest of the day!

I am, of course, already quite familiar with all my mistress's socks - being her personal footslave

But, to accompany her socks (my masters) to the cinema, is considered one of the greatest 'honours' a personal sockieboy-slave can have!

Her socks, you see, are my life...

...along with her husband's (my master's) socks!

His socks must be respected and admired also, being the socks of my mistress's beloved sexual partner

But my primary focus must always be on my mistress's socks, since they are the ones that own me!

Socks...socks...socks...socks...socks!...All is socks!

Female socks!... Male socks!... Plain grey socks!... Creased socks!...

...And primarily the creased, grey socks of my goddess!

Master Simon sir looks down at me disparagingly as I grovel at his pretty wife's sneakers and socks

You wouldn't catch him down on his hands and knees and kissing his wife's dirty sneakers!

He's a real man whom she loves and admires!

I overhear the master-sir politely asking his wife if he can be the one to WHIP me later, should I displease her with my inadequate sockieboy-servitude?

I also overhear my mistress confirming she would be delighted to let her husband wield the WHIP on my back!

Master Simon sir frequently carries out my punishments. He very much enjoys whipping me!

So I must strive to do all I can today to be pleasing to my mistress, and her socks!

My humbling view of the backs of my masters' socks


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