Sockieboy's Induction

Ms Mukta is introducing her newly acquired slave to his new, lowly life as her personal footservant:

‘Slave, you are now my personal footslave and will be responsible for the wellbeing of my feet and footwear. You will live the rest of your life on your hands and knees and will look only at my feet, shoes and socks. You will not even think above my feet, shoes and socks. If I ever catch you looking at me, or thinking about me, above my socks, you will be whipped!

This is my whip. As you can see, it is a brown leather cowhide whip and I keep it nice and supple so that it will wrap around your bare ribs and really sting. The minimum number of lashes you shall receive for insolence, incompetence or disobedience shall be 3 lashes. There is no maximum amount!

Your duties shall be to wash my feet, massage my feet, give me pedicures, put my shoes and socks on my feet and take them off, straighten my socks on my ankles, tongue-polish my shoes and boots, mouth wash my dirty socks, iron my socks and generally worship my feet, shoes and socks.

Every time I enter or leave your presence you must kiss my feet. You must also kiss my feet upon my command and those of my family and friends or strangers whenever I, or they, order you to.

You will show particular slavish respect for my husband Simon, master Simon sir to you, and serve his feet and footwear in the same way that you serve mine whenever he commands you to do so. Your master Simon is also empowered to whip you!

You will never speak unless spoken to, except to beg for mercy prior to a whipping. During your whippings you may not cry out, but you may grunt with the pain. After your whippings you must kiss your whipper’s feet until ordered to stop, by way of thanking your master or mistress for whipping you.

Whenever you are given permission to speak you must do so using the humble language of slavespeak and ensure that the word ‘socks’ appears in every sentence you utter, by way of demonstrating your subservience to the socks of your betters. Your slave nickname shall be ‘sockieboy’, so that everyone can laugh at you and know that you are subject to their socks.

Finally, because you are so ugly, you will wear a footfool mask in public in order to hide your ugly face from your betters and thus avoid offending their sensitivities.

Now kiss my feet 200 times each and verbally praise and bless me. Remember to refer to my socks at least once in every sentence!’

Sockieboy obeys:

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, oh beg – truly this slave will be a good slave to you and your socks, and to those of your friends and family, including master Simon sir’s socks, madam. Oh pray, madam, please don’t whip me, madam, if you and your socks would be so kind to a lowly slave at your feet and at your female mercy, madam. I’m just a lowly sockservant, miss, at your socks’ service, madam. Oh how I fear your whip and will respect your socks, mistress-madam. Praise be unto you and your socks, miss. Oh your socks! Your socks!’

He then proceeds to kiss his mistress’s sneakers and socks 200 times, in accordance with her female wishes.

Sockieboy must kiss his new mistress's feet 200 times

He is now the slave of her feet, shoes and socks!

He very much fears his new mistress...

...and her footwear!

Socks will now be a big part of his lowly life...

...the socks of his betters!

See how he humbly bows his head below his mistress's socks...

...and respectfully admires her sock

Sockieboy's limited view of his mistress's right sock

His new owner looks down upon him, both literally and figuratively!

The WHIP!

What a pathetic, lowly creature he is!

His new mistress kindly switches feet so that he might pay his humble homage to her left shoe and sock

She even kindly hitches up her jean leg to expose the entire top of her short, grey anklesock to him

Meanwhile he must taste her dirty sneaker-leather

Sockieboy's new masters - his mistress's socks!


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