my socks ARE HER socks

i am in the habit of doing my Mistress's laundry daily. it is something that i take great pride and responsibility in completing for Her.

recently, i was preparing to wash a load of my Mistress's clothes, when i noticed that She had a pair of soiled sport socks stuffed in Her tennis shoes. this is not unusual for my Mistress to do. She has a tendency to remove Her clothes and allow them to drop where they may. it is inconsequential as to where they may fall. She is entirely too involved and busy with writing, blogging and reminding and reprimanding a world which has lost it's human compass. Her work and comfort are paramount and She should not have to bother with the mundane or day to day household tasks which could blur Her focus. i pickup, clean-up, organize and straighten for Her. i am Her pet, and servant, and it is a delight for me to be allowed and used in this way.

i got off track a bit since what i was discussing was my Mistress's sport socks.
anyway, i picked them up and prepared to add them with the white things of Her wash. but, then i noticed that some marked similarities were apparent with Her socks and mine. after careful investigation, i noticed that these were not Her socks at all, but were instead,

my socks!

i was knocked off balance by this discovery! not sure why, but strange feelings of inferiority and male inadequacy rolled over me. puzzled with this discovery, i wondered how She could fit and wear my socks. then the realization hit me ... She and i were almost the same shoe size. She wears a women's size 8, and i wear a men's size
8. There was not much difference in regard to our respective shoe sizes. the practical difference lies in mere inches.

as a slave to my Mistress, i can look at this in one of two ways. the first perspective focuses on Her continuing to absorb that which is me into Her world. this is a fetishist point of view and feeds into the mindset that "what was once mine, is now Hers." She sucks the life out of me and snuffs me out taking everything i formally owned in the process.

however, a more realistic explanation would be. hey, She ran out of Her socks, or couldn't find any of Her own. She felt comfortable and inclined to use mine until i finished with the remaining pieces of Her laundry.

Yes, i like that explanation much better. although, it is nice to fantasize once in awhile.

as far as shoe sizes and the interpretation thereof. well ... (long pause) that is another subject for another future blog post. the long and short of it remains to be seen.