Betwixt My Master's Socks

By Law, I must remain focussed on my master’s socks, even though the shapely-socked ankles of his pretty girlfriend are seated right next to him! Of course, the mistress’s socks are in my peripheral vision, but they must not be my primary focus! A loyal and obedient sockslave never takes his eyes, or his menial mind, off his master’s socks – not if he knows what’s good for him!

Pondering my lowliness betwixt my master's socked ankles

My menial mind must remain focussed on my master-sir's socks...

...even though the socks of his pretty girlfriend are right next to him!

Of course, the Law states I must 'have regard for' my master's girlfriend's socks

They are, after all, the socks of his chosen sexual partner!

They may, therefore, remain in my peripheral vision and consciousness

But it is my master's socks that own me!

To be honest, it would be hard not to concentrate on my master's socks, given their proximity to my forehead!

His creased socks are rubbing up aginst the sides of my face and my temples!

Meanwhile, my betters sit happily above me, oblivious to my sock ruminations!

But, at the end of the day, I remain a good and loyal sockservant to my master-sir...

...and, by extension, to his girlfriend!


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