As a domestic sockslave, I must continuously observe and appreciate my master and mistress's socks as they go about their daily business. Even at breakfast time, I must kneel and study the backs of my mistress's socks as she discusses the day's plans with her manly husband over the kitchen table, high above me.
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Master and mistress discussing their plans for the day over the breakfast table |
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Needless to say, I am not a party to the discussions |
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My sole role is to study the backs of my pretty mistress's socks beneath her chair |
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I have no business thinking about, or looking at, anything else |
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Her socks are my life, on account of my being her permanent, full-time sockslave! |
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I endeavour to count the visible stitches in my mistress's socks, whilst observing any creases or folds that spontaneously develop in the soft, cotton, sock stitching |
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Sock creases and folds are important, as I may be held accountable for them later! |
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Of course, by Law, I must simultaneously remain mindful of my master's socks... |
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...the socks of my mistress's husband |
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His socks own me too, on account of they're being the socks of the man she sleeps with! |
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But my primary focus must remain on my mistress's socks |
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These are the socks that rule my life... |
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...that have absolute power and authority over me! |
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Not that the pretty wearer of the socks is concerned about that right now |
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She is engrossed in conversation with the real man in her life - her manly husband |
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Her sockslave is just a 'thing' that hangs around her socks! |