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!


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