Enormous Privilege (ii)

As I said before, it is an enormous privilege for the likes of me, a lowly household footslave, to accompany my mistress Mukta and her friend, Ms Tiara madam, on a day out to the seaside – even if I am obliged by Law to concentrate on the backs of my mistress’s socks! 

My mistress Mukta and her friend, Ms Tiara madam, stare out to sea from the pier...

...Whilst  I stare at the back of one of my mistress's short sneaker socks...

...as I am required to do by Law

Oh how lowly I am...

...a young woman's sockslave!

Beholden to her socks

Obliged to think only of her socks

The Law does provide me with some leeway to study the socks of her companion...

...just as long as my menial mind remains firmly focussed on SOCKS!

My humbling  view of the back of Ms Mukta's sock

Not for me the view of the ocean

I may only look at SOCK!

Thankfully, I am surrounded by SOCK...

...and the Law does permit me to occasionally glance over at Ms Tiara's socks...




...respectfully and with a sense of sockslavish awe!

I am, indeed, in awe of Ms Tiara's socks!

They are, after all, the socks of another superior young woman!

Meanwhile, the two happy sock-wearers are oblivious to my sock servitude beneath them




Neither of them gives me a second thought...

...just as their socks could not be further from their magnificent minds!

Only my menial mind is filled with SOCK!

I am incapable of thinking about anything other than SOCKS...

...the SOCKS of my betters

Years of SOCK servitude has made me thus. I'm pathetic like that!


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