Her Personal Sock Slavey

My new, Japanese master-sir is explaining to me my new role as his beloved wife’s personal sockslavey:

‘You now my wife sockslave. You serve her socks. You obey her socks. You put socks on my wife feet in morning. You crawl behind socks all day. You straighten socks with nose when wonky. Smooth out creases in socks with nose. All day long you look only at my wife socks and you think only about socks. You not look at my wife above socks. You not think of my wife above socks. You just a sock slavey. You obey, sock slavey, or you feel WHIP!’

Spurred on by mention of the WHIP, I hastily seek to reassure the master sir, and my new sock mistress, of my devotion and obedience towards his wife’s socks:

‘Oh pray master sir, oh pray mistress madam. God bless you both, mistress and madam. I will be a good sock slavey to your wife, sir, and shall endeavour to be pleasing to her socks, if it so pleases you both, master and mistress? Please don’t beat me, sirs?’

My Japanese master-sir introducing me to my new personal sockmistress - his pretty, Japanese wife!

He is explaining that I must now devote my whole lowly life to the service of his wife's socks...

...or face the consequences i.e. the WHIP!

The mere mention of the WHIP prompts me to verbally pledge my devotion to my new mistress's SOCKS!

I pledge to be a good and obedient sock slavey to the mistress's SOCKS...

...much to the happy couple's pleasure and amusement!

The mistress then stretches for her right foot to indicate that I should kiss-respect her SOCK

I duly place my lowly, unworthy lips on the female sock

I can feel the lines of thick cotton stitching on my lips

My sock mistress deftly switches her feet in front of my face...

...so that I might pay humble homage to her other SOCK!

Just think, these SOCKS are now my masters. I must live only to serve and to please them!

Oh how lowly I have become - the slave of a Japanese girl's SOCKS!

Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS are now my life!

In the back of my menial mind, I am wondering whether I shall also be required to service the master's SOCKS?

His creased SOCKS are ripe for kissing!

But, for now at least, my sock-slaveyish devotion must be directed exclusively towards his wife's SOCKS!

How this happy couple look down on me!

I hear them laugh and chuckle high above me at my abject SOCK-SUBSERVIENCE

They are clearly enjoying my fear and trembling at the mistress's SOCKS!

'That right, sockieboy - you kiss my wife on sock. You just a sock slavey!'

The master-sir's manly and dominant finger - pointing towards his wife's SOCK!

His masterful mouth will never be required to touch his wife's SOCKS!

That's a SOCK SLAVEY'S job!

i.e my job - down amongst the SOCKS...

...the SOCKS of my BETTERS!


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