Sockieboy Dreams

‘I want you to dream about my sockies tonight, sockieboy. Dream about what you would do with them if you were able to follow them home. But remember you’re just a sockieboy slave, and so your dreams must be respectful towards my socks!’

I, of course, obey regular customer Ms Mukta madam’s orders, and dream that night of serving her socks on her feet in the warmth of her apartment.

‘I want you to dream about my sockies tonight, sockieboy...

...Dream about what you would do with them if you were able to follow them home!'

It's a sweet and kind order from regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam, for she knows I adore her socks!

I study the lines of stitching in her socks as I kiss her feet...

...so that I might better visualise them in my dreams!

To be the full-time, personal servant of Ms Mukta's socks is my fondest dream!

Though, of course, it is a dream that can never be realised, given that I am just a public sockieboy-slave!

I watch forlornly as her socks turn to leave...

...walking out of my life as they always do of an evening!

I'm sure Ms Mukta must be feeling smug, knowing that her socks shall dominate my thoughts all night!

Her socks!...Her socks!... Ms Mukta's SOCKS!...

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I obediently dream that night of serving Ms Mukta's socks in the capacity of her humble sock-straightener and massager whilst she is seated next to her loving husband on the sofa and watching TV.

First I must straighten her socks, having humbly and respectfully removed her sneakers

Whilst her husband, master Simon sir, enjoys a manly beer, I cringe in front of his wife's socked feet

I begin kneading her socked heels and ankles with my unworthy, bony old fingers

Her 'upper' sock hovers in the air close to my kneeling face

She doesn't look at me. She's much more interested in what's on the television

And I, of course, am forbidden to look up at her above the socks!

Her socked toes weigh heavily on my menial mind, especially when she flexes them next to my face!

Meanwhile, master Simon's socked ankles are also near by

The Law states I must 'have regard for' his socks also, as they are the socks of my mistress's male partner

But the Law also states that my primary focus must be on my owner's socks...

...the socks of Ms Mukta. She is my sockmistress!


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