Lowly Life As A Sockslave

Ms Mukta explains to her sockslave what his life will be like from now on:

‘Slave, you are now the slave of my, and my husband’s socks. You shall only ever address us via our socks and shall obey everything our socks tell you to do. Our socks are better than you and you must only ever look at us in our socks and think about our socks. If your eyes or mind ever deviate from our socks, you will be WHIPPED!

Your primary masters are my socks, but if ever you are separated from my socks for any reason, for example when I’m in the loo, you will revert to being my husband’s sockslave until such time as my socks are available to you again.

You shall, of course, be responsible for the upkeep of all our socks – washing them, drying them, ironing them, putting them on and taking them off our feet, following our socks to heel, straightening them on our ankles as required throughout the day, massaging them, sniffing them, kissing them and removing any fluff or foreign debris from them.

Your whole lowly life must be devoted to our socks. The only exception is when either of us orders you to worship our friends’ socks, at which time you will temporarily serve their socks until we command you to return to our socks.

Your slave name from now on shall be ‘sockieboy’, or ‘Mistress Mukta’s and Master Simon’s sockieboy slave’ to give you your full title, and when you die you will be buried with our socks placed over your upturned face for all eternity. You shall never be free from our socks, not even in death, but shall be their eternal slave. Your lowly life and demeaning death are meaningless without our socks.

‘Do you understand, sockieboy?’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta’s socks. Yes, master Simon sir’s socks. Thanking you kindly, Ms Mukta and master Simon’s socks.’

‘Good. Now kiss my feet and study the lines of stitching in my socks.’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta’s socks madams.’ 

My mistress's socks explaining to me how my lowly existence shall be from now on...

...as the slave of her socks, and her husband's socks!

I pay homage to her socks...

...and study the stitching in her socks, as I have been ignominiously ordered to do!

I must obey her socks from now on, and those of my master Simon sir

My master and mistress's socks OWN me!

I must live to SERVE them...

...and view the world only via their socks...

...as Ms Mukta has kindly explained to me that her and her husband's socks are better than me

I admire my new owners - Ms Mukta's socks...

...and master Simon sir's socks

It is my lowly privilege to be forever slavishly associated with their superior socks!


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