On our return from Ms Mukta’s day out with her good friend,
Ms Tiara madam, Mukta’s husband, my master Simon sir, asks his beloved wife
whether I have been a good and loyal sockieboy slave to her throughout the day?
Ms Mukta, somewhat mischievously, informs her husband that, in general, whilst
I had been obediently staring at her socktops throughout the day in a manner
befitting a personal sockslave, she had nevertheless
caught me ‘lusting after’ the socks of her friend Tiara on a number of
occasions!
My mistress is being ‘mischievous’ because she knows full
well that, whenever I had glanced respectfully over towards her friend Miss
Tiara’s socks, it had only been to fulfil the requirements of the Law, which
states that a personal sockslave 'must have regard for’ the socks of others
when they are in his mistress’s presence. Nevertheless, a mistress is always
right, and so I know I am guilty of sock disloyalty as charged, if Ms Mukta
says I am.
A furious master Simon sir offers to beat me for my ‘sock
disloyalty’ to his wife, but, being the kind and sweet-hearted young woman that
she is, Ms Mukta suggests that he ‘commute’ my punishment to one of having to
write a 20,000 word letter of apology to her socks, and master Simon sir
equally kindly agrees to the proposed punishment.
You therefore see me on my knees writing such a letter of
apology to my mistress’s short, white socks. I won’t bore you with all the
details, but suffice it to say that my grovelling letter covered the following
areas:
- I confessed to my ‘crime’ of sock
disloyalty to the white socks
- I humbly begged the socks’
forgiveness
- I sought to assure the socks of
my slavish loyalty and devotion to them, and that I had meant no disrespect to
them
- I earnestly promise to do better
in future, and to strive not to upset them again
I can then only hope and pray that Ms Mukta, and her socks,
will accept my apology, and that they won’t have me WHIPPED!
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| Abjectly writing my letter of grovelling apology to Ms Mukta's socks... |
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| ...much to her female amusement |
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| Her bare toes are nearby... |
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| ...as are the offended socks! |
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| Toes that were recently covered in sock... |
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| ...the toes of my smiling sockmistress! |
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| Meanwhile, master Simon's socks are supervising my written apology to his wife's socks |
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| I almost feel I should apologise to his socks as well, for taking up their valuable, manly time! |
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| But it is the slighted, female socks that I must, as ever, focus on... |
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| ...whilst remaining mindful of master Simon sir's socks inside his loafer shoes... |
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| ...the shoes and socks of a real man... |
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| ...of an angry man - angry at my perceived disloyalty towards his wife's socks! |
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating... |
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| ...having to write a long letter of grovelling apology to a young woman's socks... |
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| ...under the supervision of her man's socks! |
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| The toes that were previously hidden by sock |
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| Note the discolouration in Ms Mukta's toenails! |
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| A discolouration no doubt engendered by her sweaty socks! |
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| It's hard to know what to write, but I have 20,000 words to get through! |
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| This is my 'merciful' punishment agreed by my masters... |
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| ...masters who both mock and scold me as I write! |
