It’s nice to belong to another human being, even if it’s
only to their SOCKS, in the humble capacity as their personal sock slavey. My
mistress Mukta’s socks own me, and protect me from harm – though they can also
punish me if I ever displease them.
I truly admire my mistress’s socks and look up to them. They
are better than me. Here you see me on the dirty floor of the bus, lying beneath and between my
mistress’s SOCKS – my gods!
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Where I belong... |
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...lying beneath the things I belong to... |
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...my mistress's SOCKS! |
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I'm just her SOCK SLAVEY... |
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...permanently enslaved to the service of her SOCKS! |
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Her socks OWN me! |
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Meanwhile, the wearer of the socks - my esteemed and glorious mistress Mukta - appears deep in thought |
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She is, of course, much cleverer than me, so there is absolutely no point in my trying to read her mind |
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Instead, I must just concentrate on her SOCKS! |
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SOCKS above me; SOCKS beside me; SOCKS surrounding me! |
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In my lowly world, ALL is SOCKS, and SOCKS are ALL... |
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...My mistress MUKTA'S SOCKS! |