Impressed Guest

On a visit to my mistress and master, their good friend, and fellow smoker, Ms Karen madam is clearly impressed at my devotion to my mistress’s socks:

‘I must say, Mukta, your sock slavey is very well trained. He hasn’t taken his eyes off your socks since I got here – apart from when he was kiss-greeting my feet, of course!’

‘Yeah, it’s thanks to Simon, really, and the power of his whip! Our sock slavey would much rather study sock than feel the sting of a well-wielded whip!’

My superiors all laugh at me, and my weakness under the whip, as I continue to focus on the side of my mistress’s plain grey sock! I, of course, have regard for the other socks in the room, as I am required to do by Law. But it is my mistress’s socks that must remain my primary focus, since they own me!

The master sir’s WHIP has taught me that!

Our impressed guest congratulates my mistress Mukta on my sock slavishness, whilst she in turn praises her husband's skill and dexterity with the WHIP!

I certainly would never dare to take my eyes off my mistress's socks!

They own me!

Of course, I have the utmost regard and respect for the other socks in the room also!

But they must remain on the periphery of my menial mind. 

My primary focus must always be on my mistress Mukta's socks!

It's the Law - the Law of the WHIP!

I did, however, get a good view of our guest's white socks whilst I had been kiss-greeting her boots a few moments earlier

Ms Karen madam's socks are impressively creased

It would undoubtedly be any sock slavey's honour and privilege to be her personal sock slavey!

Such socks could be happily studied for hours by a slave!

I am, of course, very familiar with master Simon sir's socks...

...being the socks of my mistress's husband - and of my WHIPPER!

But, thankfully, right now I am sheltered from the WHIP behind my mistress's SOCKS...

...even though the ridges on her socks remind me somewhat of the weals on my back!

Such a shapely, plain grey sock!

I would never dream of focussing on the skin above the SOCK...

...again, thanks to the WHIP!

Master Simon sir's whip is a good tutor in the protocols of humble sock servitude!

I MUST THINK ONLY OF SOCK!

SPECIFICALLY, MY MISTRESS'S SOCKS!

HER SOCKS OWN ME!

Even if it is master Simon's socks that discipline me!

I am well and truly oppressed by both their SOCKS!

And not just the SOCKS they have on now - but ALL their SOCKS!

AND the SOCKS of their guests!

SOCKS... SOCKS... SOCKS... SOCKS... SOCKS!...

ALL is SOCKS, and SOCKS are ALL!

SOCKS!

My betters' SOCKS!

I am a slave of SOCKS!

ALL SOCKS!

But especially the SOCKS of my proud and haughty mistress Mukta!

I belong to her SOCKS!

 

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