My Whole Life

As a personal footslave, I spend practically my whole life in between my mistress’s shoes, boots and socks. They are the first things I think of when I awake in the morning; they dominate my day; and they are the last things I think about at night. Even when I am asleep, my pretty mistress’s shoes, boots and socks DOMINATE my DREAMS!

That’s because I am ENSLAVED to her SHOES, BOOTS and SOCKS. They OWN me and I must SERVE them. Especially her SOCKS!

Practically my whole, lowly life is spent in the presence of my pretty mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS!

I am BENEATH them in every sense of the word!

Her SOCKS own me!

That's ALL of her SOCKS - though the flowery-patterened pair she is wearing inside her BOOTS today are particularly engaging

I will spend many an hour studying the intricacies of the flowery patterns later this evening after I humbly remove the SOCKS from her feet

You see, I am wholly responsible for the UPKEEP and WELLBEING of my mistress's SOCKS

That's how lowly I am become - a SLAVE of SOCKS.... A SOCKSLAVE!

I am NOTHING without my pretty mistress's SOCKS. Her SOCKS give me MEANING!

Everyone simply refers to me as Ms Arfaana's SOCK SLAVEY!

I am inextricably linked, in the minds of everyone, with my mistress Arfaana's SOCKS!

How PATHETIC is that?!

A Pakistani girl's personal SOCKSERVANT!

Existing only to SERVE her SOCKS...

...be they flowery-patterned, or otherwise!

I am the SLAVe of her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS OWN me!

Her SOCKS!...

... Mistress Arfaana's SOCKS!

I'm just a SOCKIEBOY!


Popular posts from this blog

My Only Business

Image
Magnificent Ms Mukta madam and her equally magnificent husband, my master Simon sir, enjoy a relaxing coffee in the coffee bar whilst I dutifully kneel on the floor next to Ms Mukta’s feet. Of course, what my owners are speaking about at the coffee table above my humble head is none of my damn business! My only business is with my mistress’s SOCKS – studying them and admiring them on her heels and ankles, as befits a devoted SOCK SLAVEY! Mistress and master are enjoying a coffee... ...whilst I study the backs of my mistress's SOCKS... ...as befits a devoted and pathetic SOCK SLAVEY! Fortuitously, Ms Mukta's jean legs have ridden up somewhat to give me an uninterrupted view of her SOCKS! Meaning I can observe the patterns in the STITCHING of the SOCKS... ...and the way they HUG her HEELS! This is my only legitimate business... ...studying my mistress's SOCKS The subject of her conversation high above me is most definitely NOT my business! Only a REAL MAN, a MAN like her ha...
Read more

Old Slave Man vs Pretty Mistress

Image
An ugly and decrepit old slaveman begs his pretty mistress for mercy whilst her handsome boyfriend watches on approvingly! Grovelling at his pretty mistress's feet and begging for her mercy He kisses her right shoe... ...his lowly lips placing feverish kisses onto her shoeleather! He notes too the CREASES in her RED SOCK The pretty mistress's FINGER The pretty mistress's FACE The pretty mistress's WHIP! 'Oh pray mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, not the WHIP, I beg thee!' 'I kiss your feet, pretty mistress. Oh pray! Oh beg! No more WHIP, I prithee, pretty mistress!' The pretty mistress's bright red LEFT SOCK! Though it is currently her RIGHT SOCK in front of the grovelling slave's face! The WHIP which he fears so much! 'Keep on kissing my foot, slave!' Meanwhile, the slave's pretty mistress's handsome boyfriend watches on with manly glee The master-sir's view of proceedings The view of proceedings from behind the ma...
Read more

Man With A Cane

Image
My master Iain sir really knows how to wield the CANE! And he very much enjoys demonstrating his caning prowess in front of his pretty girlfriends. They, naturally, never fail to be impressed by him – an Alpha male! Here you see one of my master’s many girlfriends asking me how I am liking it – having to kneel before another man in order to have my bottom caned? I respectfully respond to the pretty mistress’s kind, gloating question by saying that I am liking it, but not that much, as the CANE stings mightily on the backs of my thighs, madam, begging her female pardon and understanding, madam? I then plead to her socks, begging them to intercede with master-sir on my behalf. The wearer of the socks laughs at me. Ignominiously kneeling before my master's pretty girlfriend whilst he expertly wields the CANE across my bottom She asks me how I am liking it, and I respond that I am liking it, but not that  much... ...begging her female pardon and understanding madam? My humbling v...
Read more