Circulating

September 25, 2024

My mistress Mukta madam, looking resplendent in her pink party top, black trousers and black leather loafers with matching black socks, is circulating amongst her fellow party guests. As I crawl obediently to heel behind her, I overhear her various conversations about me with her various fellow party-goers:

‘He looks very docile and obedient, Mukta. You’ve trained him well!’

‘Yes, that’s because my husband Simon is particularly adept with the WHIP. Isn’t that right, sockieboy slave?’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Indeed, Ms Mukta madam. Master Simon sir is truly a magnificent and mighty man whom I very much fear, as I do his WHIP, madam, begging your female pardon and understanding mistress Mukta madam?’

‘Haha, why’s he called ‘sockieboy’, Mukta?’

‘Because he’s forbidden to take his eyes off my socks. He’s just a worthless piece of trash at my feet. Even when I give him permission to kiss someone else’s feet, he must be thinking about my socks! Would you like me to make him kiss your feet, Wei-Ling?’

‘Oh yes please, Mukta. That would be fab!’

Ms Mukta switches her tone of voice from one of friendliness to one of superiority:

'Sockieboy, kiss Ms Wei Ling's boots!'

'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. Please don't beat me, mistress!'

I duly kiss Ms Wei-Ling’s extended, booted foot as she laughs at me from above. Although she is wearing nice blue socks inside her boots, my menial mind is still very much focussed on my mistress’s black socks next to me, as she requires it to be!

I must circulate at feet level amongst my betters' boots, shoes and socks at the party...

...but remain resolutely focussed on the backs of my mistress's socks!

That's because, as she explains to her fellow party-goers, I am her personal 'sockieboy slave'...

...required by Law to concentrate on my mistress's socks AT ALL TIMES!

Today, my magnificent mistress is wearing her fancily stitched plain black socks inside her fabulous loafers...

...so there is much for me to focus on and admire!

I consider myself to be a very fortunate sockieboy slave...

...crawling on the floor surrounded by my betters' feet and footwear!

But it is the SOCKS of my mistress that I am particularly enamoured by

After all, these socks OWN me!

I am the slave of all socks, but my mistress's socks are the ones which determine my day-to-day fate!

That's why I must not become distracted by the socks of others - fabulous though they all are!

Socks...socks...socks...socks...socks... My mistress's SOCKS!

My mistress kindly asks her friend Ms Wei-Ling madam whether she would like to have me kiss her feet?

On Ms Wei-Ling's gleeful confirmation that she would indeed like that, I am curtly ordered by my mistress to kiss her friend's boots in front of everyone