Almost two weeks passed since the work conference weekend. That entire time had been dominated by my time with Keith. I have carried his now rank, black sheer nylon socks with me every day in my pants. Occasionally I’d forget they are there until I move. Even the briefest of friction caused my cock to ache and my mind to wander to that heady weekend of sock submission. And at night, I’ve taken to sleeping with them on my pillow and often, in a sleepy haze find myself slowly sucking them into my mouth, savouring what remains of his sweet sweaty scent. I know they are fast becoming putrid but can’t bear the thought of them being washed.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve replayed the detail over and over - I never want to forget a second of it, even I’m surprised to say, the way he totally humiliated my small cock. The way Keith flicked my cock, taunting me upset me yet I couldn’t help but notice how it fired me up too. In a strange way, I felt that I had a purpose to him. His words “this changes everything” echoed in my mind. What did he mean? Was this yet another reason for Keith to despise me. Maybe that’s why I haven’t heard from him? Maybe my cock size has put him off me? And then I realised I’m somehow kidding myself we’re in a relationship. But are we? I feel closer to him than anyone I’ve connected with on any sexual level. I was more confused than ever.
I had no easy way to connect with Keith, his number was always withheld. That in itself turns me on, it’s on his terms yet I yearned to see him, to lay at his stinking socked feet, another chance to show him how much I love worshipping him, proving that he is right - I am meant to serve Alpha men, to seek out and drown in their toxic masculinity, their arrogance.
I’ve been subservient I suppose forever, a peace keeper who puts himself out to smooth the way. Sexually, unconfident unless the guy takes the lead, that has definitely developed into a domination desire with vanilla encounters now seemingly meaningless. I’ve never really known the order of things, am I subservient because my cock is too small to satisfy someone? Or somehow, has my cock not developed because my body knows that I’m a submissive, bottom designed to only seek pleasure from knowing men are satisfied by my service. Or is it about me being into socks, worshipping them naturally puts me below any man? One thing is for sure, I find that toxic masculine vibe ‘allows’ my sub nature and urge to please really find itself within me.
More weeks went by, I felt alive and tormented my the whole situation. I was constantly wanking into Keith’s sock’s in an attempt to connect back to that time and to my previous times too.
One Friday morning at work my email pinged, it was my boss James inviting me to a meeting that afternoon. He wanted to talk about an exciting opportunity which he thought I might like to consider. I laughed to myself, James is a great guy. James also has a way of making his employees minds up for them, presenting the idea as theirs, praising their innovative thinking and getting what he wanted all along! But honestly, a new project might help me clear and focus my head.
I walked to his office. I like James but he does also intimidate me, more an admirable intimidation I think. I knocked and entered. He was sitting behind his desk, an empty chair next to him and, for me one opposite him. “Hey Tom, great to see you - coffee?” “Thank you James, yes”. For a CEO, James prided himself in knowing his teams, and remembering important detail. I’m sure it was some kind of technique, if it was it worked and made me feel easier. James and I chatted about the conference weekend a for a while before he looked at his watch and said, “we’re supposed to be joined by Keith, not sure where he’s got to”. “Keith?” I blurted out, “oh”. I could feel my body reacting, shaking inside, sweating. I was scared my voice would give something away. “Yes, this opportunity was ……..” Keith entered the room, “sorry James, bloody traffic”. He turned to me. I’m sure I looked like a startled rabbit in the headlights of a car. “Tom, really pleased you agreed to this”. James started talking again, “as I was about to say, this opportunity is really all Keith’s idea”. I was trying to look cool, calm. Trying to take in what was being said. Inside I was panicking, screaming, laughing. I knew I was fidgeting. I caught a glimmer on Keith’s face that told me he knew exactly how I felt! Then I remembered that I had his socks in my pants, more than that, I was wearing them over my cock in my pants. “You ok Tom? said Keith, “You look a bit worried”, he half laughed. “No, I’m fine, ok, good”. I could hear myself sounding totally stupid!
Over the next hour, James explained the opportunity while Keith sat next to him, eyes on me like X-ray vision. Was he thinking about my small cock? Was he seeing me on my knees kissing his socked feet? Did he still have the pictures on his phone? He stared so intently I honestly thought he would be able to see his socks hugging my cock inside my pants.
James summed up, “that’s it really, a 12-month secondment across to Keith’s operations as his PA”. Keith interjected, “more right hand man really Tom”. He paused, “you have exceptional skills that I want, there are things you will need to learn of course, yet from what I’ve seen you have the all the basics there, so more about fitting into how I like things to be” he paused, “you’ll be well trained Tom, so don’t worry about that”.
I felt railroaded. But I also wanted to be railroaded. I felt helpless and I loved that feeling. James broke my thoughts “I told you he’d try and poach you at the conference didn’t I Tom?” we all laughed, me from nerves, James thinking he was clever at seeing this coming and Keith from the sheer knowledge that he’d got me exactly where he wanted me.
“Right, I need to get off”, Keith stood up and shook James hand. He turned to me, “No time like the present Tom, carry these things down to the car for me would you”. He nodded toward a pile of boxes, the same way he nodded towards his sexy, dress socked feet that night. And of course, I obeyed in exactly the same way.
I loaded the last box into Keith’s car. “You haven’t thanked me yet Nancy boi, not a great start”. “I’m sorry Sir, thank you. But I don’t understand why ……..”. “You don’t need to understand, you just need to obey”. He smiled, “see you Monday morning, don’t fuck this up nancy boi”.
It was Sunday afternoon, I’d spent the whole weekend feeling sick with nerves and excitement. My phone rang, for the first time in over a month that I saw ‘caller withheld’ come up. My heart raced, my cock twitched. “Hello”. Keith’s voice replied, “Hello what?” “Sorry, Sir, hello Sir”. “Change of plan Nancy boi, I’ve come down early and at my hotel tonight - let’s get your induction started right away. I’ll text the address. Dinner at 7pm”. He rang off before I had the chance to tell him I had made plans to meet with friends, not that he’d care. They’ll be pissed off with me dodging out of the evening but I had no choice, well no choice that wouldn’t lead to repercussions anyway.
“I’m sorry, I need to make a good first impression”, I said to my friend, “yeah but Sunday night! This new boss better make it worth your while Tom.” Somehow I knew that would certainly happen.
I couldn’t help feeling excited as I headed over to the hotel. I dressed smartly, unsure about what dinner would be like. By the time I arrived at the hotel and walked into reception I felt less excited and more nervous. I waited for the reception staff to call up to Keith’s room, “You can make your way up, that’s fine”, he said “room 501”.
I knew the drill, I’d knock and be kept waiting. All part of the game which I of course loved. To my surprise, Keith opened the door immediately I knocked and stood there. He looked good, great! Smart casual look, shirt open at the neck, trousers, dress trainers. “Let’s grab food”. In the lift he looked at me with that arrogant smirk, “I bet your pathetic excuse for a cock is loving this isn’t it?”. He was of course completely right, it was hard against my pants. He deliberately dropped his door card and pointed to it for me to pick it up. As I bent down, he moved his right foot toward me and slightly lifted his trouser leg to reveal a chocolate brown nylon sock, framed between his trainer top and trouser hem. “Nice huh? - stay there!”. Time stood still, “yes Sir, really nice”. I stood thinking how fucking pathetic I’d become and handed him the key card, avoiding eye contact. “Been wearing them since Friday morning Nancy boi, including under my white sports socks at the gym”. The lift stopped, doors opened and he stepped out.
Shown to our table, Keith ordered drinks. “Sir I don’t really drink alcohol”. He raised his eyes, “Just one Nancy boi, it’ll calm your nerves”. There was only one menu, I caught the waiters eye and asked for one. “That’s not necessary thank you” Keith interjected, “I will order”. The waiter walked off. “The most important thing to remember about working for me Nancy boi is that your say isn’t important”. The waiter returned and without any consultation Keith ordered both mine and his meals. I felt a wave of humiliation. I was uncomfortable, just sitting there being ordered for. Keith might as well have just started a conversation about me with the waiter, spilling all the details of my sick perverted sock kink. The waiter clearly noted my voice was unworthy.
“Despite your voice being unimportant, it is important that you are able to speak and be open with me, you’ll learn how to navigate that. Any hint of disrespect will not be tolerated. When others are present you are Tom. In private, you are my Nancy boi servant. In public I’m Keith. In private I’m Sir. In public you anticipate my needs to avoid the embarrassment of being treated like an idiot. In private you wait until ordered”. I listened intently, “understood?”. I nodded, “yes Sir”.
Dinner came, I was starving. I picked up my knife and fork. Keith glared at me, “in private you wait until ordered Nancy boi”, he said condescendingly. I assumed this was public, putting my cutlery down. “I’m sorry Sir, this is all so new to …..” “Don’t be sorry - learn”. Keith started to eat, he waited at least 3 minutes before nodding at my plate. I nervously picked up my cutlery and started to eat. Not long after, Keith stopped and put his cutlery down, looking and implying I should follow suit. I’d hardly eaten anything, Keith didn’t care. Our plates were cleared. “I think you’re getting the hang of things Nancy boi. Right, we have work to do before the morning”. With that we headed back to Keith’s room. I knew the kind of work that I wanted to get stuck into so was disappointed to say the least when Keith handed me a laptop and started to show me my diary for the following week. He stood behind me like a strict teacher taking me through my induction programmes, people to meet plus a list of jobs to complete. “I guess you’re thinking about my socks aren’t you Nancy boi”. I blushed, “er well I suppose I ……” He laughed, “I suppose!!!!! Fuck, you’re pathetic. You’re so transparent, you’ve tried to hide your desperation but it oozes out of you“. I looked away, Keith immediately slapped my face hard. “Never fucking look away from me when I’m speaking to you”. I faced him, “I’m very sorry Sir”. My face was stinging, I hated myself for taking that. “If you think your job automatically gives you access to my Alpha socked feet Nancy boi, you’ve got a fucking big shock coming”. I went to look away and remembered so stopped myself. “Sir I’m trying to understand your rules so I can do the right thing for you Sir, I’m ……”. Keith smiled, “I know you are Nancy boi, maybe you deserve a little pre induction treat after all”.
But who was the treat really for?
Before long, I was standing naked accept for a pair of nylon otc socks, black, in front of a still fully clothed Keith, the power imbalance was palpable. “While I approve of you keeping your socks on Nancy boi, know that only Alpha men are permitted to wear dark, otc nylon socks. Are you an Alpha man Nancy boi?” “No Sir”. “And what are you then?”. I stumbled trying to remember what Keith had made me recite before about myself eventually recalling “I’m a Nancy boi queer with a pathetic little cock Sir”. “Yes you are, so take those Alpha socks off, take them home, launder them and bring them to me tomorrow - they are mine now. NEVER wear Alpha socks again, for now white sports socks only outside of work. In work, black cotton”. My cock twitched, Keith laughed. “You cock appears to be trying to say something Nancy boi - come here”. I nervously stepped forward towards Keith who was sitting on an easy chair. “I have absolutely no interest in cock Nancy boi, you know that right?” I didn’t know, I assumed perhaps Keith was bi maybe? “More over, fucked up, filthy perverted Nancy boi’s like you repulse me”. He lent forward, “but…… that pathetic excuse you call your cock does fascinate me, I’m amazed you actually call yourself a man, I mean what the fuck is the point?” Keith paused, expecting an answer “well, tell me, what is the point of it!” Stuttering to think my mind was blank, eventually saying “I wank Sir and piss from it Sir”. Keith burst out laughing, “wank, you fucking lowlife! And you have wee wees from it”, his voice now changed as if talking to a small child, mocking me. Keith sat back and unbuttoned his trousers, “this is what a real man’s cock looks like you pathetic cunt “. He pulled out his Alpha uncut cock, easily 9-10 inches. He wagged it around, “bet you wish you had something like this Nancy boi”. The truth is, I didn’t know anymore what I wanted. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it! “Sir, you have the most amazing cock Sir”. Keith immediately put it away, “for girls only Nancy boi, this monster loves pussy, do you like pussy Nancy boi?”That hurt deeply, Keith had deliberately shown the most perfect looking forbidden fruit and in a second, dashed any possibility in my mind that I might have something more to explore with his permission. “Well do you like pussy? Ever tried with that pathetic cock to take a pussy?” He kicked off his trainers, “Now just fucking accept that you’re a sock whore, and not a particularly good one either! On your knees and work at it”. I felt vulnerable being totally naked, somehow the socks I’d had on gave me a sense of protection? I pulled over a footstool and lifted Keith’s socked feet onto it. “I’m your God. Sniff my feet”. I moved close, for the first time getting a hint of the smell to come. Nearly three days worn including gym workouts had made for one hell of a stench. Despite Keith’s protests, I tried to expertly service these stunning brown nylon socks. Sniffing and rubbing my hungry nose over them daring to slowly pull them together. I glanced up to see that Keith was scrolling on his phone, he couldn’t look less interested if he wanted aside from a brief look before going back to his phone. I continued to serve, reminding myself that Keith’s needs and pleasure was paramount, any joy I gained was secondary, non important. With these big dominant feet gently held together, his impressive arches formed a cup shape which received my adoring face. The curve of his feet was long and wide, deep and I was able to bury myself into the shape, holding in place inhaling his sweet sweaty socks. It was clear they had been worn over, in a variety of foot wear. Trainers always created a sweaty scent, a wetter texture on the nylon. My tongue licked his arches from top to bottom, then his soles, Keith moaned briefly. He then shuffled in his seat, crossed his legs at the ankle and I started to tentatively mouth his big Alpha toe. Slowly first, testing the water for fear of a kick or slap. Keith remained inattentive. I mouthed his nylon socked toes for almost an hour. I closed my eyes pretending it was sucking his monster. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t meant to be. I wanted Keith to see that I am dedicated to his socked feet. “Stand up, I want to see if this has made your pathetic little cock grow”. I did so, “you fucking freak, you really get off from this don’t you?” Despite its small size, I was hard as rock. “Well done Nancy boi, I reckon you’ve made two and half inches nearly there!!” He laughed. “Back to the job” he clicked his fingers and pointed to his feet. I obeyed as I always do!
At half past midnight, Keith kicked me out. “Don’t be late in the morning Nancy boi, big day!”.
