At The Diner

Once again, I have the inestimable honour of accompanying my mistress and master as they go about their daily lives – this time enjoying a snack in their local diner. As always, I must kneel on the floor behind my mistress’s SNEAKERS and SOCKS and silently study her SOCKS!

What an honour! What a privilege - to accompany my mistress and master to their local diner!

Of course, they have not invited me along to participate in any refreshments

My humble role as my mistress's SOCK SLAVEY is to kneel behind her SOCKS and silently study them!

The Law states I must study the CREASES in her SOCKS, as well as the individual STITCHES

Of course, if I were audacious enough to look up, I would catch a glimpse of my mistress's bare legflesh!

But, being a good and diligent SOCK SLAVEY, I remain resolutely focussed on SOCK!

Those CREASES may be my undoing later, as my mistress's husband oftentimes WHIPS me for 'allowing' his wife's SOCKS to become creased around her ANKLES!

I therefore study her SOCK CREASES with some trepidation!

Not that my mistress herself appears bothered by her CREASED SOCKS!

And, for now at least, the master sir appears unperturbed by them!

He's simply engaging in a happy and loving conversation with his wife - high above me

I make sure not to be distracted by the master sir's SOCKS - magnificent though they are!

The Law clearly states that I must focus on my MISTRESS'S SOCKS, unless I am specifically ordered to do otherwise

So I kneel and stare, adoringly and with a sockslavish sense of awe, at my mistress's PLAIN, GREY SOCKS

The SOCKS of my OWNER!

The SOCKS that own me!
 

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