They OWN you!

They own you!

Their SHOES own you.

Their SOCKS own you.

Their WHIP owns you.

And they can do whatsoever they will with you.

Nothing you can say or do will help you.

Not begging for mercy.

Not kissing their feet.

You are their SLAVE.

And they are your MASTER!

They own you!

Their SHOES own you



Their SOCKS own you


Their WHIP owns you

And they can do whatsoever they will with you

Nothing you can say or do will help you

Not begging for mercy

Not kissing their feet

You are their SLAVE

And they are your MASTER!

Comments

Post a Comment

Please note all comments are subject to moderation by the blog author prior to publication

Likes

Popular posts from this blog

Morning Has Broken Him

Image
A Gynarchy household slave kneels in front of his pretty mistress as soon as she awakens from her slumber, ready, as ever, to serve her. She issues her first female order of the day: 'Kiss my SOCKS, slavey!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress Yao Peng, madam.' Morning has already broken him! My mistress Yao Peng stretches and yawns as she sits on the edge of her bed She orders me to kiss her on the SOCK, and I immediately comply! This will, no doubt, be the first of many such orders throughout the day... ...and the first of many SOCKS I shall have to kiss, including her friends' and acquaintances' SOCKS! That's because I am mistress Yao Peng's personal sock slavey... ...at her beck and call... ...and that of her SOCKS! Her heavily creased BEDSOCKS feel and smell warm! But I shall not flinch at the proximity of her sweaty, overnight bedsock in my face! I am already broken! She stares down at me through still sleepy eyes... ...contemplating, no doubt...
Read more

Sock Nutrients

Image
My mistress Hala’s SOCKS are full of nutrients, so whenever she relaxes at home with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my upturned face, I endeavour to discreetly absorb some of those precious female nutrients into my feckless, footslave facial pores. What a privilege, what an honour, for a dirty, male slave such as myself to have some of my mistress's FEMALE FOOT DNA rub off on me via her SOCKS!  My mistress Hala madam relaxes with her SOCKED FEET resting on top of my humbly upturned face She has every right to use my face as a SOCKREST... ...as I am her household FOOTSLAVE! Her SOCKS are CRUMPLED and SWEATY, having been on her FEET inside her SNEAKERS all day! I endeavour to absorb some of her FEMALE SOCK NUTRIENTS into my facial pores I can only hope that some of her FEMALE GREATNESS will rub off on me via her SOCKS? All I can SMELL, FEEL and SEE right now is her SOCKS... ...SOCKS that I have been following to HEEL and studying on her ANKLES all day! Meanwhile, my mistress Hala ...
Read more

Waiting On Her Sock

Image
As a domestic SOCK SLAVEY, my default, ready-to-serve position must always be to kneel next to a guest's ANKLE, studying their SOCK, lest he or she requires me to smooth out any CREASES in it! Ms Felicity madam, a guest in my mistress's house, is relaxing in an armchair in my mistress's living room ... ...catching up with her text messages whilst her hostess makes them both some tea At such times, I must silently kneel with my humble head next to the guest's FOOT... ...studying their SOCK (the one closest to my face)... ...in case I am suddenly ordered to smooth out any CREASES in said SOCK! Such is the pathetic, lowly life of a domestic SOCK SLAVEY! He must always  be ready to serve his mistress's, or her guests', SOCKS! He must therefore study the SOCK in great detail and be alert to any potential issues with the SOCK... ...so that the SOCK WEARER can focus on higher things! Having said that, I am absolutely forbidden  to touch a guest's SOCK without their...
Read more