“Look. I know what I said last night, but it was the heat of the moment. I was honestly not expecting this to work in the first place.” A nervous giggle placed upon the word ‘honestly,’ as if trying to play light of the situation was going to help her. Her mind was just reaching the full reality of the situation, and this had turned into some horrid reality in which a dream has been twisted into some nightmare. Deep down, Lexi knew that this attempt to write off this whole thing as a mistake wasn’t going to work. It never does, does it? If horror movies were written in such a fashion as telling the horror ‘look, it’s all a misunderstand. Let’s agree to disagree, and start off on a new foot,’ then it wouldn’t be a horror movie would it? No, at best, Lexi was making herself look like an idiot by trying this. Still, what else was there to try? She had to do something. “People say things when their senses are overflowed with their wildest dreams...crazy things.”

"’I give myself completely to you. You are, and will always be, my mistress. I want to serve, and be used by you.’" That dignified tone of those star speckled socks again, making Lexi realize that they were still underneath the covers, still rubbing their soft toes up against that pussy gently, as if they were guarding what is theirs. “We are pretty sure those are your exact words, Lexi. If that wasn’t enough, before that was said. Didn’t our Creator say something to pretty much warn you what you were getting into?”

“What the hell else was I going to say in that moment?” Lexi was getting a bit frustrated now, her hands clearly wanting to grab those socks and throw them off her, to get up and storm out of the room. Of course, she couldn’t, they had her outnumbered, clearly, and the worst part of it all, is the part of Lexi that wanted this still felt like this was away to come out this for the better. “You were fucking me in ways I can only dream about. Dream! As in never be able to experience it in real life, until now. Of course I’m going to say shit I’m not 100% aware of!”

“Actions have consequences, love.” Those red striped knee highs said softly, the toes of the right sock stroking her jaw line in a soft, soothing manner while the left maintained ‘eye contact’ for lat of a better phrase. “Isn’t this one of your basic beliefs as a human? Every action has a reaction? Don’t make promises you can’t keep?” Lexi was going weak in the elbows. Partly because the strain of supporting her upper body on them, and partly because of the wonderful feel of those knee highs caressing her chin like that. “You did make a promise, love. Not a bad one either. What are you afraid of? We are going to take excellent care of you! You are our Doll, and what good owner does not love and cherish their Doll?”

“I….what?” Lexi was at a loss for words. Again, not because she didn’t have any to say, but because her urges were starting to override logic again. This is where they had the advantage, being a product of Lexi’s wildest dreams.

“You are our Doll. Come, take a look.” That silk cover was pulled to the side, revealing to those animate within the the room that perfectly slender, naked body. Those stark speckled knee highs soaking in the tickles of liquid that came out of that aroused mound, everything quickly forming goosebumps at the rush of cool air. Those cocky knee highs moved away from their possession, allowing Lexi to stand up as directed, as if intuitively knowing her Mistresses intended for her to go to the mirror. Upon reaching it, green eyes looked at the reflection, and couldn’t help but smile. If this wasn’t proof of what she had done, nothing else is. Seeing those red striped knee highs snuggled around her neck, the tops of the socks dangling down her chest like the ends of scarves, while the toes turned to look in the mirror with her.

“What in their right mind would ruin this, love?” There was silence after that question, allowing Lexi to think it over while the room softly rose to life around herself. She could see out of of the corner of her eye, clothing coming together to form a single outfit. The shirt was a simple long sleeved one, it’s color starting red at the top, and as it moved down started to gradient gently until it was a lovely pink color. To it was seen a pair of pink panties to match, which were soon covered up by a pair of loose blue jeans, a hole on the left leg to allow one to see the thigh, while the whole on the right was a bit lower, covering the knee and upper part of the shin. A pair of plain white knee high socks slipped under the jeans, forming the feet, the top of the right sock being seen just barely through the hole in the jeans.

The outfit walked towards Lexi now, standing behind her while those sleeves moved in to embrace the woman in a hug, the sleeves rubbing over those breasts, down to the flat of her stomach, and dared to go further, making Lexi bite her lower lip. “You need to be protected, loved, taken care of. Lexi, with us, you will not need for anything ever again. Grades for school? Your professor knows all the answers, why wouldn’t their clothes too? Got a guy stalking and perving on you? Give us 30 seconds, and he’ll be needly sucking on his own socks, while another pair sucks him off. We’ll even make it happen for everyone to watch, point, and laugh. Don’t want to do some boring chores?” A snicker, those knee socks looking back to Lexi. “We’ll take care of that for you”

“What about Money. A job. A life?” Lexi was trying to fight, but failing so hard. Even more so when that outfit that was caressing her started to place themselves upon her her, the long sleeves of the shirt gently lifting her arms up, and then sliding over her body, covering her and accenting her curves in all the right ways, they even managed to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Those panties came next, waiting for Lexi to lift a foot, one by one before sliding right up those legs to fit snugly over that wanting pussy. Shortly after the jeans followed, and then those socks…

Those plain white knee high socks were the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. It should be criminal, how wonderful it felt to feel those poly-cotton socks slip all the way from her toes, to just under her knee in a deliberately slow fashion, clearly commanded to do such because of the reaction it would elicit. Lexi’s fetish for socks confused her in times like this. There were stores in which their sole purpose was to create sex toys of every type to help stimulate people in the bedroom, with others, or by their own. Dildos made in every fashion - even fantasy ones designed around a dragon, or a demon, designed to spur on those fantasies. Bondage, Sadism, Masochism, Furries, Diapers...elaborate toys ranging from twenty-five, to sometimes a couple hundred dollars, or even more.

What did Lexi need? Walmart. Target. Hell, even something as simple as a Hot Topic would work, so long as there were a few cute pairs of socks to be sold within. The pair massaging her feet now? Twelve ninety-five for a twelve pack. Lexi got twelve pairs of plain white, poly-cotton, everyday pair of socks for what amounts to one dollar and seven cents a pair….and they were better than any sex toy, ever made….and that was even when they were inanimate. Now, with them able to do the work on their own? Lexi shuddered again.

“Why would you ever need to worry about such, with us around, love?” Her mind snapped back into reality with her Mistresses voice heard once again. “Do you not think we can’t get you money? You wouldn’t even need a job, but if you want it...we will make sure you have the grades, the diploma, to obtain the very best. And a life? Ahhhh, our little Doll, let us take care of your life.”

“And the catch?”

“Listen to you, talking as if you even had a choice in the matter! The deed is done, you already gave yourself to us.” Those knee socks playfully slapped Lexi on the left cheek, giggling a bit more at the absurdity of this situation. “Frankly, we can stuff you in the closet and leave you there as you do your clothes, only getting you out when we want to use you. But that isn’t practical, is it? How would that be explained to friends, to family?  No, unfortunately, being a pair of socks - while amazing - has its limitations. We can’t interact with the world as freely as say…” The caressing began again, and Lexi already knew what the next words were going to be, she even mouthed them as her Mistresses spoke them in her mind. “...our Doll can.”

“Ahhh. Got’cha.” Lexi’s voice was defeated, but there was a sense of sarcastic anger in it all the same. Looking away from the mirror to her Mistresses. “You want a sort of, symbiotic relationship. You can do what I dream for, and will give it to me in return for my body. To use me as...a Doll...to interact with the world.” That actually hurt, when Lexi spoke aloud. She understood why it hurt, of course, the object of her dreams - her living socks - in the end were just using her to get to better things, maybe even to use other people.

Or maybe not? That’s when her logical mind jumped in, this time trying to work in favor of this situation, not against it. Or was it the needy side of her wanting so desperately for her socks to love only her? Either way, the thought had merit: What if Lexi was looking at this the wrong way? Of course the socks want to go out and interact with the world, they are alive, no longer desiring to be confined to dressers and closets. They can animate other clothing, do things no one, or nothing else can. Why wouldn’t those living socks want to explore that? Lexi can help them do that, and in return, maybe they will love her?

“Darling, you aren’t understanding. Again, ayu are making this sound like you have a choice in the matter.” Those red striped knee highs had a bit of an annoyed, angry tone to them, tired of explaining the situation to their Doll. “You don’t. You will be our Doll regar-”

“I know.” Lexi dared to interrupt, and at that point Lexi tensed up. For a brief moment feeling as though she lost control of her entire body, the clothing firmly and painlessly taking advantage of that relaxed body, and forcing her to walk somewhere. It was her tensing, believing she was about to be struck, that kept her in place, and it was the frustrated growl in anger from her Mistresses that confirmed that this was their achilles heel, sort to speak. A smirk formed on Lexi’s lips. She remembered just now how she discovered this last night, but in the throws of sex, had forgotten its usefulness until now. This wasn’t an answer, but at least it was a bargaining chip.

“Angry Mistress?”

“You can’t be like this forever, Doll.”

“I know. I don’t want to either. I made a promise after all, right? I can’t run from that.” Lexi still had that smirk, even as she once again agreed to the promise she made. “So state your rules, and I’ll follow them. I promise to give my body for you to use as you see fit, both here in private, and out there, in public.”

“Good! We are glad you’ve finally come to understand your situation. Shall we -” The socks were interrupted again.

“I give you this promise under the knowledge that you will never think to use my body in situation that would compromise my well being, put me in unwanted or humiliating situations, or otherwise disrupt normal life. I also give you this promise knowing full well that to do so, would also put you in the pubic light.” Lexi leaned in to kiss the toes of the left sock, adding softly. “I don’t know if you have any knowledge of human history, but they have a very strong tendency to try to capture and experiment on what they don’t understand, and failing that, burn all trace of its existence away.”

“Are you threatening us, Doll. Do you think-”

“Not threatening, Mistresses. I would never think to do something so foolish to you. Warning. I don’t want you to be taken from me, and to ensure that happens, you too, need to follow rules. Rules that will ensure you are never brought to unwanted attention.” Lexi was actually quite terrified of releasing her tension now, and only now realized that her Mistress was trying to undo it themselves by having every fiber start to rub, caress and fondle over every inch of her being. Even her panties were starting to play with that bundle of nerves, working to force Lexi to go weak in her knees. Upon know being aware of this, it was all the more difficult to resist.

Lexi made her point, though, that much was clear in her Mistresses sighing in a very frustrated fashion. “Our dear Doll, if only you were this smart when casting the spell. Maybe if you were, you’d be the one still in control of the power you accidently gave us, no?” Those knee highs calmed down then, and everything resumed back to that wonderful petting that took place when Lexi’s sister’s socks held all the cards. “You may have brought up valid points, Doll, but you are still just that...our Doll; and now, more than ever, some rules need to be laid out for her to follow. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of course, Mistress. What would you ask of me?”

“Rule One. You are our Doll. When you address us, we are to be called your Mistresses, and when referring to yourself, you will refer to yourself as Their Doll. The only time where this rule can be ignored, is in times of formality, and in clear times in which such verbiage will gather attention. We understand that in conversations with Authority, such as name on assignments, interviews, conversations with your mother, professor and the like. Such things are not possible. However, interactions with your sister, friends, and everyday people. This rule will be observed.”

While not liking the rule for obvious reasons, it wasn’t unreasonable. Lexi immediately knew the reason for the rule. It was a classic case of Master/Pet Roleplaying in such kink based circles, Lexi had read more than enough erotic porn to see this for what it was. It was also likely it had some sort of twisted joy in there as well, forcing Lexi to speak as Their Doll, knowing ‘They’ meant her sister’s living red striped white knee highs, but everyone else just thinking Lexi lost her sanity. Her Mistresses would likely get a cheap thrill when that person asked ‘Lexi, who the fuck is They, and what do you mean Doll?’ and Lexi having to come up with some cryptic message in return. ‘Don’t worry about it. They are all around you. They are with you even now, but They don’t talk to you. Not like They do to me. It’s nothing...so...about that movie…?’ In a way, that even made Lexi smile a bit. She was a stickler for a good riddle, and this one was pretty damn good. Clothes are always around people, literally. Even when a person sleeps, clothes are still with them. And clearly, Lexi can hear the clothing talk, but no one else can. Brilliant.

“Rule Two. As your are our Doll, your body is ours as well.” Lexi could feel where this was going, and slowly started to ease up on her tension, eventually giving control back to her Mistresses. Immediately upon doing so, Lexi felt herself turn around, and the socks on her feet starting to walk her out of her own room. The feeling was surreal, walking, but not walking on your own accord. It was all she could do to suppress her involuntary response to tense up again, as her brain was constantly being tricked into thinking it was falling. “However, as you so expertly pointed out the need to remain unseen this means our Doll’s body will not be available all times. Watching our Doll jerk suddenly due to our manipulation of your arm, or stop suddenly in the middle of a brisk walk, regrettably brings about unwanted attention.” Lexi smiled at that. Again, this small chip was no answer, but it was a precious foothold until she can better work out a way to reverse this damage done.

“However, whenever alone, or in a situation we are certain is safe, you will never resist us.” Lexi found herself turning in the hallway now, pointing to the room at the end of the hall that was her mothers, biting her lower lips before being forced to walk down the hallway into the room and once inside, turned to sit down upon her mother’s bed facing the closet, those red striped knee highs adjusting that head a bit so that blue eyes focused on the dirty clothes hamper, a wicker lid over the top.

“Rule Three. You will listen to all of your Mistress’s command, and obey them. To the letter. This will be done at all times, as our voice is only heard by those we choose to hear it - namely just you. Talking to you does not compromise anything. Should we not be within range to speak to you, there will almost certainly be a pair of socks we have given sentience to, that will speak for us.” Lexi immediately stored that information for later use. Evidently there was a range in which this telepathic communication was severed. It was weak information for the most part, as no doubt those red striped knee highs would give sentience to another pair nearby to act as a proxy, much like those star speckled knee highs, when her Mistress’s were being worn by Stacy.

“Lastly, Rule Four. You are our Doll. No one else’s. If you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, it ends now. You will never have such in the future, unless we permit it. If you find yourself in love, it shall only be with the socks they wear, nothing else.”

Lexi couldn’t help but giggle, and even blush, at the last one. She had no girlfriend, and though she considered herself lesbian, she would likely never find a girl she liked enough to be around in the first place, for this reason alone. Who would ever love someone who really only loves socks? “Rule Four should be easy, Mistress. But, why did you bring me here?”

“To test out how well you know the rules, of course.” Lexi blushed once again, and immediately found herself standing upright, walking over to the wicker hamper, the shirts of her sleeves moving her hands over to it. Lexi took over from there, grabbing the lid and opening it up to reveal a plethora of clothes prepared for the washer and dryer. Lexi found herself happy as fuck her Mother, a rather slender and toned woman herself, didn’t work hard to keep such a figure. Dirty socks were fine, only up to a point at which such dirtiness implied light use, such as being worn around the house for a day or two, never building up copious amounts of sweat. Massive dirt stains, or sweat stains to the point at which the socks were more crusty than soft made Lexi desire more to gag and throw up, than fall hopelessly in love with them. A shiver ran up her spine, as Lexi suspected her Mistress’s probably wouldn’t care about Lexi’s preferences...and at the same time, the woman hoped that day would never come. “Go on then, Doll. Invite them to play.”

Even as those blue eyes looked in to the hamper, she could feel her Mistresses slide away from that neck, sliding down her back to reammerge out of the shirt and stand up on the ground. Even though Lexi was all a flutter with anticipation, she was still at a loss for words. Her dreams often simply consisted of her socks simply...fucking her. Never had she try to speak to a pair in order to try to coax it out or the like. Lexi found herself struggling on thinking how to ‘hit’ on a pair of socks? Let alone her mother’s socks?

“So I don’t know if you girls have heard yet or not,” Lexi just started out, going with whatever came to her mind. “I mean, you probably have, since as I understand it, it’s my Mistresses that give you life in the first place; but I am proudly under new ownership now.” That back straightened, as if perking up at this idea. “It isn’t often I get to hit on my mom’s socks, but...the invitation is there, if you want it. Wanna come play?”

For a moment, nothing happened, and Lexi found herself believing she was made for a fool yet again. This was really going to get tiring fast, is this is the only thing her Mistresses wanted to do during their reign. Blue eyes were turning to look at those red striped knee highs, but stopped to look back as something caught her eye, watching as various bits of clothing moved aside to show a pair of white toes. Lexi couldn’t confirm the type of socks yet, as they were still buried under the other dirty clothes, but the nineteen year old had never seen her mom without either ankle socks, or slouch socks.

“We heard, darling.” The voice startling similar to that of her own mother’s, still not getting used to how clothing tends to mimic their owners voice when given sentience. “We also heard how you seemed to bit a bit stubborn in your submission.” Those slouch socks pulling out of the pile, climbing their way up to the top of the wicker basket, then turning their toes to face Lexi. “While we suppose we aren’t surprised. We are disappointed. Are we not what you’ve always dreamed of?”

“We aren’t going to go into this again, are we?” Lexi sighed softly, speaking to those socks as if they were her mother, simply out of instinct if anything else. “I agreed, didn’t I? A promise is a promise. You have even heard of the four rules, right? I am theirs. I am yours.” Lexi leaned down, placing a soft, passionate kiss to each of those toes, a soft inhale to take in their scent. “That’s all that matters right?”

“Hmmm...still…” Those slouch socks purred into the kiss, flopping down onto the floor then standing up as if feet were within them. True to their name, wrinkles and folds remained in all the right places on the leggings, leaving them to look as though they were the lazy slouch socks they were named after. Lexi’s heart skipped a beat, always having trouble which look she liked more, the look of socks scrunched down in a lazy fashion like this, or pulled up as high as they can be to be displayed...she supposed it all mattered on the scenario first.

Before Lexi knew it, she felt the left sock press into her chest, pushing her down to the ground, the socks moving to stand on top of that stomach as a pair now, kneading their toes in to that flat stomach, causing Lexi to purr even more, barely hearing her zipper slide down on her jeans, and both them and her panties slip away. “Going to invite your friends?” Lexi said lustfully.

“Don’t want us all to yourself, darling?” Those slightly dirty slouch socks responded coyly, the soft sound of a dresser opening up, Lexi hoping it was the drawer she wanted.

“Of course I do! Up closer where I can clean you more thoroughly.” A giggle. “I’m sure there is a nice pair of anklets in here somewhere that can tend to my other lips, hmm?”

“Your mother doesn’t much like longer socks, does she? Not a pair of knee highs, or thigh highs to be found in this woman’s room.” Those slouch socks sighed, walking over to lend a left toe to be kissed, of which Lexi sucked upon it happily. “You should convince her otherwise, don’t you think?”

“Is that a suggestion, or a command?” Lexi watched as a pair of clean ankle socks jumped down to trek over to the exposed pussy, starting to press against those lips gently.

“Well. Let us have our fun with our daughter first. Then we’ll discuss, hmm?”