Mukta's Sock Slavey

Everyone knows me as simply ‘Mukta’s Sock Slavey’.  They are quite used to seeing me crawling behind my mistress’s sneakered and socked heels, staring at her SOCKS and with my menial mind filled only with thoughts about her SOCKS.

They know I am responsible for the upkeep and wellbeing of her SOCKS:

  • Washing her SOCKS (by mouth and by hand)
  • Ironing her SOCKS
  • Putting her SOCKS on and off her feet
  • Straightening her SOCKS
  • Defuzzing her SOCKS
  • Massaging her SOCKED feet
  • Praising her SOCKS

Nobody bats an eyelid when they see me in my ignominious SOCK SLAVEY position. I’m just a THING that cares for their friend Mukta’s SOCKS! Indeed, in most people’s superior minds, I am inseparable from my mistress Mukta’s SOCKS, and without her SOCKS I am a nothing and a nobody! 

Obediently studying the backs of my mistress Mukta's SOCKS whilst she converses with her friend and neighbour, master Reginald sir, in the street 

My menial mind, as well as my lowly eyes, are full of SOCK...

...the SOCKS of my mistress!

I am forbidden, by Law, to look above her SOCKS

Or even to think of her above the SOCK!

Her SOCKS must be the be-all and end-all of my lowly existence

Such is the life of a SOCK SLAVEY!

Of course, I must simultaneously have regard and respect for her interlocutor's SOCKS...

...the SOCKS of master Reginald sir!

But his SOCKS, however fabulous they may be, don't actually own me! I belong to my mistress's SOCKS!

Meanwhile, my two betters converse happily to one another high above me, oblivious to my SOCK SLAVEY existence beneath them!

Their SOCKS!... Their SOCKS!...

...My mistress's SOCKS!...

...must serve her SOCKS!... SOCKS!...

As you can see, I've got 'SOCK on the brain'. And rightly so, for I am nothing without my mistress's SOCKS!


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