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! |