In Fear And Trembling

My new mistress has me kiss her feet in fear and trembling, under threat of the WHIP! She makes it clear that I must never look at her above the SOCK, and must fill my menial mind with respectful and worshipful thoughts about her FEET, SHOES and SOCKS, if I am to avoid the STING of her WHIP!

I timidly seek to assure my new mistress of my slavish devotion to her SOCKS, and beg her to spare me the WHIP!

Seeking to ingratiate myself with my new MISTRESS - her SHOES; her SOCKS and her WHIP...

...as she warns me, in no uncertain terms, that I must never look at her above the SOCK, under pain of her WHIP!

I timidly resolve to be a good and obedient SOCKSLAVE to my NEW MISTRESS...

...and humbly pledge my troth to her SOCKS by kissing their accompanying LOAFER SHOES!

This shall be my lowly, fearful life from now on...

...a life lived amongst FEET, SHOES and SOCKS...

...the FEET, SHOES and SOCKS of my new OWNER!

I must get to know her SOCKS - every STITCH; every NOOK and CRANNY!

And the taste of her SHOELEATHER shall now be a constant on my lips!

This is my role - to humbly KISS FEET and CONTEMPLATE SOCKS!

The SOCKS of my OWNER!

But better to KISS FEET and STUDY SOCKS....

...than to feel the WRATH of my MISTRESS'S WHIP!

The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!

I am an innately cowardly slave, and will always choose submission to SHOE and SOCK over the WHIP!

I very much fear the STING of a WHIP on my back!

And one thing I have learnt over my many years of bondage and enslavement...

...is to do whatever it takes to avoid the WHIP'S MIGHTY STING!


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