My Lowly Job

My lowly job is to follow my mistress Marathi’s socks to heel; to never be far from them; to care for them; and to think about them all the time.

I’m her personal sock slavey.

I am in such a lowly position, as my mistress Marathi's personal sock slavey

My whole life must revolve around her SOCKS...

...and nothing but her SOCKS!

I am subject to her SOCKS

Her SOCKS own me!

I must never forget that I am lower than her SOCKS...

...and less intelligent than them

I must look up to them...

...and study their CREASES

Such is the lowly life of the personal SOCK SLAVEY...

...of a bright and beautiful Indian mistress.


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