24/7 Sock Servitude

One thing I must never do as my mistress Mukta’s personal sockieboy-slave, is take my menial mind off her socks – no matter how attractive or tempting the socks of her interlocutor may be. The Law states I must remain ‘resolutely focussed’ on my own mistress’s socks, even if they are ordinary-everyday plain, grey anklesocks!

Nor must I eavesdrop on the conversation of my betters high above me. My mind, my eyes, my ears must remain steadfastly focussed on SOCK – my mistress’s socks; the stitches; any creases; any bobbling. My whole, lowly life must revolve around the study, admiration and worship of my mistress’s SOCKS, 24/7; 365 days a year!

It’s what the Law demands and what everyone therefore expects of me! Any deviation from my 24/7 SOCK SERVITUDE towards my mistress Mukta SHALL be punished!

Resolutely focussing on the backs of my mistress's socks - as befits a 24/7 sockieboy slave

Her socks are my life and my life is her SOCKS!

Nothing else must matter in this world as far as I am concerned

My only legitimate business is with her SOCKS!

And it must be a lowly, humble and respectful business...

...for her SOCKS own me!

I am their SLAVE!

Every individual stitch in my mistress Mukta's socks is better than me...

...and demands my sockslavish respect!

I must NOT focus on my mistress's bare ankleskin above her SOCK!

Nor must I be distracted by the socks of her interlocutor!

I may be fittingly surrounded by socks...

...but is is my mistress Mukta's SOCKS that must dominate my menial mind and my slavish senses! 

The Law states that I live only to serve these socks!

The SOCK! My mistress's grey SOCK!

Her SOCK!

Better to study SOCK than feel WHIP!


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