Respect For, Admiration Of & Devotion To
As I crawl to heel behind my mistress's feet, I keep my collared neck humbly bowed and my masked eyes focussed on the backs of her heels as a public demonstration of my respect for, admiration of and devotion to her socks. You see, my mistress's socks are my life and I am nothing without them. I'm just her sockieboy-slave!
Crawling to heel behind my mistress's boots and socks |
I am masked so that my ugly face does not in any way sully the beauty of my mistress's pure blue socks |
Through my demeaning mask, I slavishly study the stitches and creases in my mistress's socks as she walks along |
Her socks are all that matter, and all that matters is her socks... |
...the socks of a goddess! |
Her SOCKS! |
I am just her pathetic, masked and whipped sockieboy-slave |
Without her socks I am meaningless |
My mistress's socks are my life, my everything! |
I am foolishly proud to be so associated with her socks... |
...to be the complete and utter SLAVE of her socks... |
...and to be laughed at and despised by everyone as a bright young woman's personal sockieboy-slave! |