Discussing Their Plans For The Day

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.

Master and mistress discussing their plans for the day over the breakfast table

Needless to say, I am not a party to the discussions

My sole role is to study the backs of my pretty mistress's socks beneath her chair

I have no business thinking about, or looking at, anything else

Her socks are my life, on account of my being her permanent, full-time sockslave!

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

Sock creases and folds are important, as I may be held accountable for them later!

Of course, by Law, I must simultaneously remain mindful of my master's socks...

...the socks of my mistress's husband

His socks own me too, on account of they're being the socks of the man she sleeps with!

But my primary focus must remain on my mistress's socks

These are the socks that rule my life...

...that have absolute power and authority over me!

Not that the pretty wearer of the socks is concerned about that right now

She is engrossed in conversation with the real man in her life - her manly husband

Her sockslave is just a 'thing' that hangs around her socks!


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