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! |