Lowly Life Lived Amongst Socks
Truly my lowly life is lived amongst socks – the socks of my betters! I am a nothing and a nobody without their socks. Hence my official, humiliating title of ‘Sockieboy Slave’.
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| Me being humiliated amidst my betters' socks | 
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| The bright young woman's tube socks tower over my humble head | 
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| My humbling view of one of her socked ankles... | 
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| ...and the shoes and socks of her boyfriend in the distance | 
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| The socks of a free man! | 
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| Meanwhile, I'm just a weed down amongst the other weeds... | 
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| ...a weed staring at socks! | 
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| A nothing and a nobody - without my visitors' socks! | 
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| I cautiously turn my humble sock-entrapped head to one side to get a better view of the side of the young woman's tube sock | 
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| What a humbling sight to behold! | 
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| I can make out the individual creases in her sock... | 
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| ...and the lines of stitching! | 
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| I've, literally, got SOCK on my menial mind! | 
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| I ponder my lowliness vis a vis the female socks | 
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| I can feel her sock squashing against my right ear! | 
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| Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! | 
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| Author's Comments: That's right, sockieboy slave... | 
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| ...Think only of your betters' socks! You're their slave! Their socks are your masters! Live your lowly life amongst their socks! | 
 
 
