Onerous Responsibilities

 As a personal sock slavey to my mistress Tanisha madam, I have a number of onerous responsibilities in respect of my mistress’s socks:

  • I must make sure I am permanently in the presence of her socks, be they on or off her feet (hence I must live life on my hands and knees)
  • I must only ever address my mistress via her socks (and must only speak when spoken to)
  • I must get to know all my mistress’s socks inside out and in minute detail, including the differing patterns in the stitching, the textures, the colours and any areas of thinning or bobbling
  • I must never take my eyes off her socks
  • My menial mind must forever be focussed on her socks, and admiringly so. I am not permitted to ever think of my mistress above the socks
  • I must put on and take off my mistress’s socks from her feet
  • I must respectfully sniff, mouth and hand wash her dirty socks
  • I must maintain the contents of her sock drawer
  • I must follow my mistress Tanisha to socked heel wheresoever she goes, studying her socks and how they interact with her movements
  • I must humbly and respectfully massage my mistress’s socked feet upon command
  • I must provide regular reports to my mistress’s husband, master Derwent sir, as to the condition of his wife’s socks, by way of reassuring him of my diligent and obedient servitude towards his wife’s socks
  • I must humbly and penitently submit to punishment should anything untoward occur to my mistress’s socks – such as a tear or a snag in the soft, cotton material, or an unwanted crease in her socks

Here you see me accompanying a pair of my mistress’s socks to heel as she goes for a walk round the block. She has bumped into one of her friends and neighbours, Ms Courtney madam. But I am not permitted to be distracted by Ms Courtney or her socks. I must remain dutifully focussed on my own mistress Tanisha’s socks.

Today she has chosen to wear her ‘seahorse’ socks, decorated with lots of colourful images of seahorses. I must study each seahorse in detail and how any creases or folds in her socks interact with the seahorse logos, since my master Derwent sir will undoubtedly quiz me on his wife’s socks later – not because he himself has any particular interest in her socks, but because he knows it is my humble duty to be his wife’s obedient and diligent sock slavey, and he wishes to make sure I am adequately fulfilling all of my sock slavey responsibilities (plus master Derwent sir is always looking for an excuse to beat me – as is his perfect right!)

Feel free to share in my lowly life as I study my mistress’s socks during her conversation with her friend high above me!

My mistress Tanisha madam is engaged in a conversation with her good friend Ms Courtney madam

I am NOT a party to the conversation, nor am I permitted to eavesdrop upon it

My sole focus must be on the backs of my mistress's SOCKS!

I study the patterns in the socks, the weave of the stitching, the seahorse logos, the creases and folds

I shall most likely have to give an account of my mistress's socks to her husband, master Derwent sir, later

Therefore I most diligently study every visible nook and cranny of my mistress Tanisha's socks...

...since I wish to avoid the STING of master Derwent sir's WHIP!

My lowly eye-level must never surpass the tops of my pretty mistress's SOCKS!

Meanwhile, the conversation between my two superiors continues above me

It is not about me, of course. I'm a nothing and a nobody - a mere, dumb sock-slavey

I make sure NOT to be distracted by Ms Courtney madam's lovely socks

I am the slavey of my mistress Tanisha's socks, and must keep myself only unto them!

I do endeavour to be a good and loyal slavey to my mistress's socks...

...and not just because of my cowardly fear of her husband's WHIP!

But because I do really admire my mistress Tanisha's socks

The socks of a goddess!

Her socks!.. Oh her SOCKS!...

...Her SEAHORSE SOCKS!


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