My Comfort Zone

Whenever I am close to my mistress's socks, I am very much in my comfort zone. I'm pathetic like that!

I kneel behind my mistress's sneakered and socked feet on the bus

Whenever I am this close to my mistress's socks, I am very much in my pathetic comfort zone!

Every crease, every fold in her living, breathing socks brings me slavish reassurance and comfort

Her socks are my life and I live for her socks

That's why I am, officially, her personal sockslave

I must never take my eyes off her socks

It's the Law!

And it is a Law I am happy to slavishly comply with...

...for, when I am pleasing to my mistress's socks, I don't get beaten!

My mistress expects nothing less from me than absolute, unquestioning devotion and obedience to her socks

She knows she is better than me and therefore her socks are better than me

Author's Comment: Study your mistress's socks, slave! You're just a pathetic sock slave. Study the creases in the socks and the patterns in the stitching!

 

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