Here you see me out and about with my mistress and master at
a restaurant. Whilst they are sitting chatting to one another at the table and
awaiting their food, I am dutifully kneeling next to my mistress’s sneakers and
socks since I am her ‘sockieboy slave’ (her nickname for me is just ‘socks’).
You can probably also see the ‘sock concentrator’ device
which is embedded in my brain and prevents me, by means of a painful electric
shock, from allowing my thoughts to ever stray from my mistress’s socks, since
I am their slave.
Today, my mistress is wearing her short, red ankle socks
with the black elasticated trims inside her sneakers – one of her favourite
pairs. I don’t have any favourites, since the sock concentrator device ensures
that I respect and admire all my mistress’s socks.
Of course, I remain mindful of her husband’s socks, and the
socks of everyone else around me, since they are all the socks of my betters,
but my primary focus is always on my mistress’s socks – the stitching; the
creasing; the bobbling; the overall ambience of her socks – thanks to the
settings pre-programmed into the concentrator device. Pain can be a great
incentive to a sockieboy-slave to focus intently on his mistress’s socks!
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| On my hands and knees, fitted with a sock concentrator device, and dutifully studying my mistress's socks |
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| I only have thoughts for socks... |
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| ...the clever electronic sock concentrator device sees to that! |
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| As the name implies, it is programmed to make me concentrate on my mistress's socks... |
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| ...and nothing but her socks! |
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| My humbling view of my mistress's red and black sock top |
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| Of course, I remain mindful of the socks of the other great people around me... |
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| ...including those of my mistress's husband, my master-sir |
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| His socks are equally superb... |
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| ...being the socks of a real man! |
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| But my primary focus, on pain of pain, must always be on my mistress's socks |
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| The socks of my owner - and infinite better! |
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| She ignores me, of course... |
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| ...being engrossed in a happy conversation with her manly husband high above me |
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| I'm just a sockieboy slave - down amongst the shoes and socks! |
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| My mistress and master have even named me 'socks'. It's my slave name |
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| I am thus forever associated with their socks - and particularly my mistress's socks |
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| Everyone knows I am incapable of raising my gaze above, or even thinking of, anything other than my mistress's socks |
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| How they both pity and despise me - |
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| ... 'Socks', Ms Mukta's pathetic sockieboy slave; his menial mind full of sock! |
