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


















