Ankle Trapped
At various times throughout the day, my mistress Mukta will like to ‘ankle trap’ me i.e. entrap my humble head between her sneakered and socked ankles – just as a humbling reminder to me of her POWER over me and of my subservience to her shoes and socks.
Ankle trapped between my mistress's sneakered and socked ankles on a bus |
It is a deeply humbling experience... |
...a reminder to me, if one were needed, of my powerlessness and lowliness... |
...in the face of my mistress's sneakers and socks! |
I can do nought else but ponder her shoes and socks, so close are they to my face... |
...digging into my feckless, footslave forehead |
All I can smell is dirty sneaker leather |
All I can see is pure, white socktop... |
...and the individual stitches in those socks! |
Socks of greatness. Socks of power. Socks of MASTERY! |
MASTERY over me! |
Meanwhile, my female MASTER is on the phone, high above me... |
...unconcerned at my distress between her ankles! |
Her feet and ankles flex subliminally, causing tiny creases to come and go in her socks |
I contemplate those sock movements... |
...and with a furrowed brow follow their progress |
For NOTHING in my life is more important than my mistress's SOCKS! |
That's why she calls me her 'sockieboy slave'! |
My mistress is SUPERB! |