I must spend my long,
lowly day crawling behind my msster’s girlfriend’s feet and studying the backs
of her SOCKS. Specifically, the LAW demands that I:
CONTINUOUSLY CONTEMPLATE her SOCKS, her WHOLE SOCKS, and
NOTHING BUT HER SOCKS
PONDER the PROVENANCE of her SOCKS
Study in great detail the patterns in the STITCHING of her
SOCKS
Mentally calculate the TOTAL NUMBER OF STITCHES in her SOCKS
Study the natural CREASES in her SOCKS that come and go
throughout the day in tandem with her subliminal FOOT MOVEMENTS, and HUMBLY
OBSERVE with SLAVISH AWE and WONDERMENT how those CREASES interact with the STITCHING
of the SOCKS
Contemplate how the mistress’s SOCK CREASES resemble any
WEALS on my BACK that might result from the application of my MASTER’S WHIP
Study any BOBBLING in the SOCKS
Study any FOREIGN OBJECTS on the SOCKS (e.g. pieces of
FLUFF; HAIRS, DUST or DIRT PARTICLES) and ponder how they may have got there
Ruminate on how I would propose to REMOVE those FOREIGN
OBJECTS from the surfaces of the SOCKS, RESPECTFULLY and in a manner befitting a
SLAVE (should the MASTER or MISTRESS DEMAND that of me later in the day)
Speculate on the increasing SWEATINESS of the SOCKS inside
the MISTRESS’S SHOES as the day goes on
NOT THINK about my MASTER-SIR’s GIRLFRIEND above her SOCKS
Have slavish regard for my MASTER’S SOCKS in my peripheral
vision, along with the SOCKS of anyone else whom I may encounter throughout the
day, but always keeping the MISTRESS’S SOCKS at the FOREFRONT of my MENIAL MIND
Always bear in mind my PATHETIC LOWLINESS as another man’s
girlfriend’s SOCK-STARING SLAVE, and remember that I am WORTH LESS than his
GIRLFRIEND’S SOCKS
If spoken to by my MASTER-SIR or MISTRESS-MADAM, reply in
slavishly respectful terms, and only via HER SOCKS, referencing her SOCKS in
every slavish sentence
Be prepared to LAY DOWN MY LOWLY LIFE for the MISTRESS’S SUPERIOR
SOCKS
YEARN to SERVE the MISTRESS’S in more intimate ways, such as
KISSING, LICKING, NOSING or SNIFFING them, whilst recognising that I am
UNWORTHY to do so
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| Spending my lowly day in quiet contemplation of my master's girlfriend's SOCKS... |
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| ...as befits a SOCKIEBOY SLAVE |
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| I study the stitching in the white socks |
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| As well as the creases |
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| All whilst bearing in mind my master's black socks |
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| But it is his girlfriend's white socks which, by Law, must be the primary focus of my slavish attention |
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| I am not even permitted to think about my handsome master and mistress above their SOCKS! |
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| So I keep my humble head bowed and low |
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| And on a level with the mistress's SOCKS! |
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| I ponder my lowliness - worth less than the mistress's SOCKS |
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| I'm just a common-or-garden SOCK SLAVEY! |
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| A THING that studies, and admires, his betters' SOCKS! |
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| My life is meaningless without SOCKS |
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| The SOCKS of my BETTERS |
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| And, specifically, my master's girlfriend's SOCKS |
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| I ponder the provenance of her SOCK CREASES |
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| And whether or not I shall be punished later for 'allowing' those creases to develop! |
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| The simple fact is, though, that the mistress's SOCK CREASES are more important than me |
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| I am WORTH LESS than a girl's SOCKS! |
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| SOCKS...SOCKS...SOCKS...SOCKS...SOCKS! |
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| The mistress's SOCKS! |
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| Her SOCKS! |
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| SOCKS! |
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| Have mercy on me, SOCKS! |
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| I will be a good slave to you, SOCKS! |
