Be in no doubt, in the eyes of the Law, the Laws of the
Gynarchy, I am worth less than my pretty mistress’s SOCKS, being her
personal SOCK SLAVEY. That’s why I am required to always be close to her SOCKS,
serving them, studying them, admiring them. Her SOCKS must forever be on my
menial mind, both literally and spiritually. Her SOCKS are
my masters, and I belong to her SOCKS! That’s what the Law says!
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| Here you see me kneeling on the dirty floor of a bus... |
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| ...with my humble, SOCK SLAVEY head in between my pretty mistress's SOCKED ANKLES |
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| It's kind of my 'default position' whenever my mistress is seated anywhere... |
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| ...humbly kneeling with my head surrounded by her SUPERIOR SOCKS! |
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| At such times, I must silently and unobtrusively contemplate the CREASES in her SOCKS... |
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| ...in such a way as not to disturb her |
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| For she is much too preoccupied with the contents of her phone to be bothered about me, or her SOCKS! |
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| Her SOCKS are my lowly business, and mine alone! |
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| I am slavishly responsible for their well-being and upkeep, whether on or off her FEET! |
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| I have a duty of care towards them... |
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| ...for they own me! |
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| Yes, I am literally owned by all of my pretty, Asian mistress's SOCKS! |
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| They are my MASTERS... |
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| ...and I am their SLAVEY! |
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