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!


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