Whenever I accompany my mistress and master to the cinema, I
am only allowed to focus on my mistress’s socks. I MUST not eavesdrop on the
film, but must focus all my slavish senses on her SOCKS. Any deviation from my
sockieboy duties will inevitably earn me a WHIPPING!
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Focussing intently on my mistress's socks at the cinema - as the Law requires me to do! |
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I have my (whipped) back towards the cinema screen so that my eyes can concentrate on my mistress's SOCKS! |
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Not only do I not look at the cinema screen, I also close off my ears to the film soundtrack... |
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...as my only legitimate function is to focus on SOCK! |
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SOCK!...SOCK!...SOCK!...SOCK!...SOCK!... |
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All is SOCK! |
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The SOCK of my mistress! |
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Her SOCK! |
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The stitching!... The creases! |
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Every individual stitch of her SOCK owns me! |
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Of course, the Law demands that I simultaneously 'have regard and respect for' her husband's socks... |
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...since he is a real man, and is my master, by virtue of being my mistress's partner |
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But my primary focus must always be on my mistress's socks! |
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Such a lovely SOCK! |
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Plain; grey; short... |
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...a true goddess sock! |
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Her SOCK! |
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Must focus only on her SOCK! |
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NOT the skin above the SOCK! |
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I am not worthy to even think of my mistress above the SOCK, let alone look at her above the SOCK! |
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Of course, her other socked ankle - the one resting on the cinema floor, must NOT be neglected either! |
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Occasionally I am duty bound to glance over at it, and admire it! |
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Her socks come as a pair, and I am slave to BOTH her socks! |
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I ponder my sock-lowliness... |
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...as I internally praise and bless my mistress's SOCKS! |