Having finished reading her book for the time being, Ms
Verity casually heads off for a prearranged rendezvous with her boyfriend
Thomas, with her personal footslave obediently crawling behind her to sneakered
heel and still concentrating on her socks – as befits a good and loyal footslave.
He continues to focus on the backs of his pretty mistress’s socks when she meets
and embraces her manly boyfriend high above him. The footslave knows his place.
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| The personal footslave crawls on his hands and knees obediently to heel behind his mistress's sneakers |
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| Again, he remains focussed on the backs of her socks as she strolls along... |
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| ...her sneaker-heels in his face |
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| He focuses intently on her white socks, looking for any creases and folds in the socks caused by her foot movements |
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| He dare not be distracted by his surroundings |
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| The slave knows his humble role is to study sock! |
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| The sock of his mistress! |
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| He contemplates his abject lowliness... |
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| ...as a young woman's sock-starer |
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| Her socks are his life... |
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| ...though he is nothing to her |
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| She barely gives her personal sockslave a second thought! |
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| As he crawls through the dirt, the slave angles his humble head to ensure he gets the best view of his mistress's socks |
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| By Law, he must study them from every angle... |
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| ...and his menial mind must be filled with awestruck and adoring thoughts about his mistress's socks! |
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| These are, after all, the socks of a human goddess! |
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| The goddess meets her god - master Thomas sir, her boyfriend |
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| The happy couple embrace... |
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| ...high above the lowly, still sock-staring slave |
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| Note how the loyal sockservant does not allow himself to be distracted by the master's socks, even though they are the socks of a magnificent man! |
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| The slave understands that his role is to study and admire a magnificent woman's socks... |
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| ...namely, the socks of his mistress Verity! |
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| And so, he humbly watches as the backs of her white socks crease and fold in reaction to her passionate kiss with her boyfriend high above him! |
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| The slave knows he will never get to kiss his pretty mistress on the lips... |
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| ...only on the socks; if he's lucky! |
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| Meanwhile, the socks of the real man linger in the distance... |
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| ...lapping up the attention of their pretty girlfriend! |
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| I'll wager the slave's menial mouth has had many occasion to kiss-respect master Thomas sir's shoes... |
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| ...and to praise and bless his manly socks! |
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| They are, after all, the shoes and socks of his mistress's boyfriend... |
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| ...and his socks too, therefore, are his masters! |
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| But Ms Verity's socks actually own him! |
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| He belongs to them! |
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| He is less than them! |
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| The kneeling slave is literally nothing more than a 'sockface' - a backdrop for his mistress's superior socks! |
