Views
My mistress enjoys a view of the mountains whilst I focus on my lowly view of her socks. I am not worthy to look at the mountains. Or, indeed, at anything other than my mistress’s socks. Even thinking about anything other than my mistress’s socks is forbidden to me, since I am her personal sock slavey.
A view fit for a sock slavey... |
...the backs of his mistress's SOCKS! |
I focus on the CREASES in her SOCKS... |
...since I am accountable for them in Law! |
Each and every SOCK CREASE must be studied, admired and logged in my menial mind... |
...in case my mistress asks me about them later... |
...or wishes them altered! |
You see, my only business is with her SOCKS! |
A sock slavey is the SLAVE of SOCKS! |
He must not even THINK of anything other than his MISTRESS'S SOCKS! |
SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... |
Meanwhile, my mistress's own pretty mind and eyes are absorbing the wonderful vista of the mountains, high above me |
Her socks are the furthest thing from her superior mind! |
It is I who must focus on her SOCKS! |
Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... My mistress's SOCKS!... |
The CREASES!... The STITCHING!... The SOCKS!... |