A Sock Slavey's Limited World

As my mistress Mukta’s personal sock slavey, I spend much of my time in between her sneakered and socked ankles. They represent the lowly limits of my sock slavey world – down in the dirt, and worth less than her socks. 

My wretched, limited world - down in the dirt, in between my mistress's sneakered and socked ankles

Small wonder that I am obsessed with my mistress's SOCKS!

They are the only bright things in my life!

Her socks, literally, brighten up my day...

...along with the leathery and rubbery aroma of her well-used, street-soiled SNEAKERS!

SNEAKERS and SOCKS!... SNEAKERS and SOCKS!... SNEAKERS and SOCKS!...

...ALL is SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

I am not worthy to even think about my mistress above her SNEAKERS and SOCKS!

Her SOCKS!

I am the slave of my mistress's SOCKS!

Her SOCK SLAVEY!

And if my beloved mistress is nonchalantly picking her nose high above my humble head...

...that's NONE of my business!

She is a GODDESS and I am her mere SOCK SLAVEY!... Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... I am the SLAVE of her SOCKS!


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