Dirty Sock Trough

My mistress Mukta and master Simon sir have placed me in their so-called ‘dirty sock trough’ (designed and built by master Simon sir, for the entertainment and delectation of their guests – Ms Sharon madam and her husband, master George sir.

I must lie on my back in the ignominious wooden trough with my upturned face covered in my master and mistress’s dirty, used socks. As you can see, I am also clutching a pair of my mistress’s dirty sneakers, which are close to my heart! 

Humiliated by my betters in the homemade dirty sock trough

My face is full of stinky socks...

...the socks of my master and mistress!

All I can see, and smell, is SOCK!

Stink... Sweat... Odour... 

...I can see the individual sweaty stitches in the used socks!

Oh how I wish Ms Mukta would throw the socks she is wearing on her feet right now into the trough!

I'm sure her short, white sneaker socks must be stinky, as they have been on her pretty feet all day inside her warm sneakers

Even my smirking master Simon's socks would be a welcome addition to the trough

He too has been wearing his socks all day!

But the ultimate honour would be to have master George's socks on my face, since he is one of our esteemed guests!

I can hear him chuckle at my sock-humiliation predicament

And meanwhile his lovely wife, Ms Sharon madam, is resting one of her booted and socked feet on my groin!

She is verbally mocking me whilst she does so...

...calling me 'sockieboy' and asking me how I am liking it, having my master and mistress's socks on my face?

Truly I am where I belong - surrounded by my betters' boots, shoes and socks!


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