As his fag wife you did everything for him. And when he came in and kicked off his shoes, or if he was already there with his shoes kicked off, you knew to drop everything and get down on the floor to massage kiss sniff and worship His smelly socked feet both for his comfort and to show your respect for him and that you know your inferior place in comparison to him. He played on one of the local soccer teams so he always had long sweaty smelly soccer socks on. And you knew how jocks have all sorts of superstitions about things. For him it was his socks. He wore the same pair of socks every game. For the whole season. So as the season went on they started to trek more and more. And anytime you were kissing and sniffing and worshiping those big sweaty smelly socked feet, if he stomped one foot on the floor, you knew that meant that you had to lay down with your face up and he would use your face as his footstool. If there's anything else you had to do or hadn't finished, you'd have to wait till he was finished with you and go and finish it later even if he was going to bed and you had to stay up till 3:00 in the morning. Your life was his life, and when you agreed to be his fag wife you did it with only request, and that was that you could be his sock slave. He agreed. That was the only thing that he would allow to happen that you requested. Nothing else. And he gave you that and now this was your life forever. You gave him all of your money, you sold all your possessions, and he owned you now. You were living your fantasy life as a sock slave. And all around working harder than you ever have in your life.
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