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!
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| What an honour! What a privilege - to accompany my mistress and master to their local diner! |
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| Of course, they have not invited me along to participate in any refreshments |
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| My humble role as my mistress's SOCK SLAVEY is to kneel behind her SOCKS and silently study them! |
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| The Law states I must study the CREASES in her SOCKS, as well as the individual STITCHES |
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| Of course, if I were audacious enough to look up, I would catch a glimpse of my mistress's bare legflesh! |
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| But, being a good and diligent SOCK SLAVEY, I remain resolutely focussed on SOCK! |
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| 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! |
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| I therefore study her SOCK CREASES with some trepidation! |
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| Not that my mistress herself appears bothered by her CREASED SOCKS! |
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| And, for now at least, the master sir appears unperturbed by them! |
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| He's simply engaging in a happy and loving conversation with his wife - high above me |
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| I make sure not to be distracted by the master sir's SOCKS - magnificent though they are! |
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| The Law clearly states that I must focus on my MISTRESS'S SOCKS, unless I am specifically ordered to do otherwise |
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| So I kneel and stare, adoringly and with a sockslavish sense of awe, at my mistress's PLAIN, GREY SOCKS |
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| The SOCKS of my OWNER! |
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| The SOCKS that own me! |