Posers

My master and mistress pose for photos in the food hall whilst I dutifully kneel next to their feet.

I am not required to look at the camera - only at my master and mistress's feet

I must study their feet, as befits a loyal and obedient footservant

Particularly my mistress's SOCKS, since she has nicknamed me her 'SOCK SLAVEY'!

I consider myself very lucky to be my mistress's personal SOCK SLAVEY, since there is much to admire about her SOCKS!

needless to say, however, I must show equal respect for the feet and footwear of my mistress's boyfriend

He is my MASTER SIR, by virtue of being my mistress's chosen sexual partner

I must, therefore, serve his feet also, and show the utmost  slavish respect for the master sir and his footwear

If he looks serious, it's probably because he is minded to WHIP me!

Master sir is always WHIPPING me! He is extremely adept at wielding the WHIP across my back!

Master isn't wearing any SOCKS inside his shoes today, meaning his feet will be HOT and SWEATY!

Unlike my mistress's feet. Her natural foot juices will be absorbed by her SOCKS!

I am conscious of the tiny mole on the side of master's FOOT. I have been commanded to kiss that mole many times!

But it is my mistress's SOCKS that DOMINATE my menial mind...

...since I am her SOCK SLAVEY!

I study the patterns in the STITCHING of her BLACK SOCKS

Such an INTRICATE WEAVE. Her SOCK is a much more complex and advanced entity than me!

I am, of course, forbidden to look at my mistress above the SOCK!

Her SOCKS represent the limit of my lowly existence

Her SOCKS are ALL, and ALL is her SOCKS!

I am forbidden to even think about my mistress above the SOCKS!

And she rarely gives lowly me a second thought

I'm just the 'thing' at her SOCKS - her SOCK SLAVEY. Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING!

 

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