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!
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Pondering my lowliness betwixt my master's socked ankles |
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My menial mind must remain focussed on my master-sir's socks... |
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...even though the socks of his pretty girlfriend are right next to him! |
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Of course, the Law states I must 'have regard for' my master's girlfriend's socks |
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They are, after all, the socks of his chosen sexual partner! |
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They may, therefore, remain in my peripheral vision and consciousness |
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But it is my master's socks that own me! |
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To be honest, it would be hard not to concentrate on my master's socks, given their proximity to my forehead! |
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His creased socks are rubbing up aginst the sides of my face and my temples! |
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Meanwhile, my betters sit happily above me, oblivious to my sock ruminations! |
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But, at the end of the day, I remain a good and loyal sockservant to my master-sir... |
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...and, by extension, to his girlfriend! |