Where I Belong

Truly, I am where I belong – in between my mistress’s sneakered and socked ankles. I’m just her sockieboy slavey.

Where I belong...

...in between my mistress's socked ankles!

You see, I'm just her sockieboy slavey

I am the slave of her SOCKS!

Her SOCKS own me!

Her SOCKS rule me!

I am beholden to my mistress's SOCKS!

Whenever anybody talks about me, they merely refer to me as 'Mukta's sockieboy slavey'

I am forever associated with her SOCKS!

Indeed, my lowly life is considered meaningless without her SOCKS

Such is the indignity of being a sockieboy slave!

I make sure to only have my mistress's SOCKS on my menial mind...

...since her SOCKS are the most important thing in my life!

I am responsible for the wellbeing of my mistress's SOCKS...

...both on and off her feet!

I should deem it a privilege to be enslaved by, and owned by, such a fabulous pair of SOCKS!

Of course, I am the slave of all my mistress's SOCKS...

...not just the pair she has on now, though, for obvious reasons, they are the current focus of my slavish attention

Meanwhile my pretty mistress appears lost in thought...

...though obviously she is not thinking about her SOCKS!

That's my job!

And a lowly, pathetic job it is too!


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