All my life, I have been my mistress Mukta’s slave. I was
born her slave and shall die her slave. More specifically, her ‘sockieboy slave’
– the slave of her SOCKS!
Even in the afterlife, I shall continue to be her sockieboy
slave, for all eternity. There is no end to my enslavement and my devotion to
my mistress’s SOCKS. I wear the mark of her WHIP with foolish pride - not
because I am proud of having displeased my mistress and thereby earned her WHIP
WRATH, but because it is the mark of her WHIP, on my BACK; and it
therefore marks me as her SLAVE.
And being the WHIP-MARKED sock slavey of such a fabulous
young woman is truly an honour, of sorts!
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| As my mistress Mukta's eternal sock slavey, I must accompany her SOCKS wherever she goes |
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| It is an honour of sorts, albeit a lowly and humiliating one! |
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| To be forever enslaved to her SOCKS... |
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| ...serving them, admiring them - and all whilst wearing the mark of her WHIP! |
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| I study assiduously the lines of STITCHING in her SOCK whilst she watches the movie |
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| I am not permitted to look at my mistress above her SOCK... |
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| ...or to even think of her above the SOCKS! |
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| Her SOCKS are my life, and shall be my afterlife! |
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| For her part, she despises me. And rightly so! |
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| She knows I dare not even look at her bare leg immediately above the SOCK! |
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| I'm just a perpetual, lowly thing in the background of her life... |
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| ...a thing that is enslaved to her SOCKS! |
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