Truly, I am where I belong – in between my mistress’s
sneakered and socked ankles. I’m just her sockieboy slavey.
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| Where I belong... | 
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| ...in between my mistress's socked ankles! | 
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| You see, I'm just her sockieboy slavey | 
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| I am the slave of her SOCKS! | 
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| Her SOCKS own me! | 
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| Her SOCKS rule me! | 
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| I am beholden to my mistress's SOCKS! | 
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| Whenever anybody talks about me, they merely refer to me as 'Mukta's sockieboy slavey' | 
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| I am forever associated with her SOCKS! | 
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| Indeed, my lowly life is considered meaningless without her SOCKS | 
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| Such is the indignity of being a sockieboy slave! | 
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| I make sure to only have my mistress's SOCKS on my menial mind... | 
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| ...since her SOCKS are the most important thing in my life! | 
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| I am responsible for the wellbeing of my mistress's SOCKS... | 
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| ...both on and off her feet! | 
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| I should deem it a privilege to be enslaved by, and owned by, such a fabulous pair of SOCKS! | 
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| Of course, I am the slave of all my mistress's SOCKS... | 
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| ...not just the pair she has on now, though, for obvious reasons, they are the current focus of my slavish attention | 
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| Meanwhile my pretty mistress appears lost in thought... | 
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| ...though obviously she is not thinking about her SOCKS! | 
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| That's my job! | 
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| And a lowly, pathetic job it is too! |