My New Sockmistress Abigail

My new sockmistress – Ms Abigail madam – is explaining to me how my lowly life shall be from now on as her personal sock slavey:

‘You will now live only in the service of my socks, sock slavey. You will only ever address me via my socks, and shall remain in the presence of my socks at all times.

As you can see, I like my socks to be creased and crumpled around my ankles, so your task will not be to straighten them – unless I specifically order you to do so. Rather, in addition to being responsible for putting on and taking off my socks on my feet, your main task throughout the day shall be to follow my socks to heel on your hands and knees, and to study them in great detail. Indeed, I shall require you to look at, and to think about, nothing other than my socks – 24/7, 365 days a year! I want everyone to see that you are the total slave of my socks, so that they may despise you and laugh at you!

At might, you shall sleep with my used socks on your upturned face, and you shall rise at 5 AM every morning in order to mouth and then hand wash my dirty socks. As soon as I awake, I shall instruct you as to which pair of clean socks to fetch for my feet for the day, which you will choose from my sock drawer. Believe me, you shall become very familiar with the contents of my sock drawer, and shall be responsible for keeping it neat and tidy!

I can see, sock slavey, that your back is already well acquainted with the WHIP from your previous owners? As you can see, I do also own a WHIP, which I have placed on the floor in front of you as a reminder of my power and authority over you – and to remind you that the WHIP is never far from your back. However, if you are pleasing to both me and my socks, I shan’t whip you just for the sake of it. I do hope you will avail yourself of my female mercy in this regard, for it is surely better for a sock slavey like you to be diligent in the service of his mistress’s socks than to feel the sting of her WHIP on his back?

Now begin your servitude towards my socks by respectfully kissing them. Get your lowly lips on the creases, and pledge your troth to my socks whilst verbally praising and blessing them.'

‘Yes, Ms Abigail’s socks madams. At once, Ms Abigail’s socks madams. Praise be unto you, Ms Abigail’s socks madams. Oh pray, Ms Abigail's socks, I will be a good and obedient slave to you, mistress Abigails's socks, madams. Please don't have me whipped, Ms Abigail's socks madams! God bless you, Ms Abigail's socks madams. You are my masters, Ms Abigail's socks!’

My new sockmistress, Ms Abigail madam, explaining to me my duties as her personal sock slavey

She has very definite ideas as to how I may be pleasing to her and her SOCKS

She kindly rests one of her sneakered and socked feet on top of my humble, kneeling head...

...as I stare at her other SOCK

Such pretty, flowery-patterned SOCKS...

...my new MASTERS!

As my sockmistress Abigail points out, her WHIP shall never be far from my back!

But I shan't feel its wrath, it seems, if I am pleasing and obedient towards her SOCKS!

As Ms Abigail herself says: better for a sock slavey to serve SOCKS than to feel WHIP!

I will always choose the SOCK over the WHIP!

Such a creased SOCK - the way, it seems, Ms Abigail likes it!

And who am I to argue with my new sockmistress or her SOCKS?

She sits back and orders me to kiss and praise her SOCKS!

I sense that Ms Abigail madam takes my SOCK SERVITUDE at her feet very seriously!

I therefore respectfully and worshipfully kiss a prominent crease in her LEFT SOCK...

...whilst she looks down on me from on high

I'm just a SOCK SLAVEY - condemned to kiss SOCK!

But I am determined to be a good SLAVe of my mistress's SOCKS, and to thus avoid the bitter STING of her WHIP!

SOCKS or WHIP? 

I definitely choose SOCKS!

Her SOCKS - my MASTERS!

Oh the stitching; the creases; the flowery patterns, the bright colours!

Truly these are SOCKS for a sock slavey's sore eyes!

Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... My mistress Abigail's SOCKS!


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