Lexi had, just now, realized that she was such a wanton slut. As she lied with her back on the ground, her own mother’s slouch sock standing on top of her, pressing their left toe in to her lips for her to suck and lick upon as a pair of soft white anklets walked over to that exposed pusy, the blonde had come to realize that she was becoming the thing she never in her life thought she would be. Sex wasn’t even an afterthought for her. Sure, there were a rare few times growing up that she found a few girls rather hot, ones she secretly crushed on for a while, but it never went past that. There were no nights in which she’s sit at home and masturbate to some celebrity, or daydream about someone in school.

She supposed her unusual fetish for socks might have had a part in it, seeming to enjoy looking at pictures of those on the internet rather than the women wearing them. In fact, pictures of socks photoshopped to stand on their own, or placed upon mannequin legs, with the legs cleverly hidden; now those were the gems to Lexi. It was very likely the notion of being a lesbian helped as well. You don’t come out while you are in middle or high school, do you? Far too much pressure on an already stressful eight years of your life for you to pile on ridicule and bullying as well. Even if you did, what are the chances of finding a girl your age, in your school, that was also lesbian?

It didn’t change in college either. Why was there ever a need? Why even bother saying you are lesbian, if you are not placing yourself on the dating scene anyway? Lexi suspected perhaps her family knew, but at best, it was just a title, a title Lexi didn’t even have to use if she was honest, it was quite easy to push the men away that did try to hit on her, or ask her out. Lexi had no problems with telling even the most intimidating of jocks, even in the darkest of allies. “No. Not interested. Thanks” A smile, and she moved on. Lexi was always a had a rather toned, even athletic looking figure. Maybe the drunks that did want to try something illegal took a look at that, and thought twice? Maybe she was just lucky? It didn’t matter.

Now, though. Now that Lexi’s life was turned in a radical fashion, and she suddenly found socks walking all over her, instead of using her hand to move them around on her own, everything changed in an instant. Lexi started panting heavily as she was feverishly sucking off that left slouch sock, the right remaining standing on her chest, toes kneading into those breasts underneath. Blue eyes turned, just enough so that she could continue her attention to that sock, but look at the full length mirror, seeing herself within it, those slightly dirty slouch socks on top of her, pressing their sole in to her face.

It was confirmed. The prude that didn’t even consider sex a thing, now could not find herself living without it. Granted, she was addicted to sex with living socks, but it was sex nonetheless. What was even more humiliating, yet at the same time exhilarating, was that the socks on her face, the ones she tried so hard to fit more and more in her mouth, were her own mothers. Was this insest? In the strictest definition? No. No, that specifically defines copulation with a relative...not their clothing. Did it feel insestuous? Yes. Again, perhaps it was Lexi’s unique relationship with clothing, socks specifically, but there was this undying feeling she couldn’t think that she was indeed, performing something extremely taboo.

“Do you like what you see, Doll?” For a moment, Lexi thought it was her Mistresses talking, perhaps because of the name that she was required to use. But after collecting her thoughts, she realized it was those slouch socks speaking, mimicking the sound of her own mother. It did get her thinking, though. For now, that thought put on the back burner.

“Hmmm. Couldn’t help but see a girl’s face, under the heel of some slouch socks, and her smiling gleefully.” Lexi managed to get out through some pants, her hands moving to rub across her body to the heel of those slouch socks, clasping at them gently, holding and kneading into the soft poly-cotton just as they did her. “Got me thinking about how much I have changed.”

“Hmmm. For the better, of course.” Those slouch socks lingering for a few moments more, before stepping off their Doll and walking over to the bed, jumping up on it and turning around to face the blonde again. Lexi seemed a bit confused as to why they left so suddenly, but didn’t waste time trying to follow. Blue eyes looking down to those petite ankle socks playing with that pussy, smirking as she nodded towards the direction of that bed. “Suppose we should follow, hmm? Tell me your coming back to that spot.”

Lexi waited awkwardly for a response from them, presuming all socks had the ability to speak. However when they didn’t, and simply walked off towards the bed to await Lexi’s pursuit, the blonde concluded that perhaps those red striped knee highs didn’t give sentience to everything, merely animation. There was still so much to learn about her Mistresses, and Their Doll could only assume that every single piece of it would be vital information all the same.

“Of course it’s for the better.” Lexi picked up that conversation again with her mother’s slouch socks, trying to crawl on all fours in a sexy fashion, as if trying to please those living socks in some way, her mouth open, licking her lips in anticipation. Finally, the blond leaned in to trace her nose over the instep of the right sock, rising upwards to bump in to each and every crease and fold that slouch socks were famous for having. It was near the top, that Lexi chanced it, and gently bit upon one of the more protruding folds of fabric, her pearly white teeth holding on and tugging at it bit. “I went from a loveless, careless prude with mere dreams and desires; to a giddy, excited little girl trying to seduce her mother’s socks.” A heavy whisper, “And they are responding to me, on their own.”

Blue eyes noticed as those slouch socks seemed to lose this composure just a bit, that immaculate stance, the perfect creases in the leggings, it all crumpled a bit. Suddenly, it seemed as if the right socks was sagging just a bit lower on the leg that would be inside of them, they were disheveled, as if stimulated. Lexi grinned a massive grin, and continued on.  “I get to serve not only my socks, but my sisters, my friends. Hell, even stranger’s if my Mistresses wills it. But most importantly,” That is when Lexi introduced the tongue, a long sensual lick as the pink muscle dragged over the fabric of the leggings, back down to the instep, right to the toes, starting from the pink, up to the big toe, then carrying on to the next sock. “You sexy little things.”

“You are quite good at it, too.” That voice was strained, trying to keep composure, trying to remain in charge, but it appeared to be difficult. Evidently, Lexi was hitting all the right buttons for a living pair of socks.

Lexi shrugged a bit, as she continued on making sensual kisses to various parts of the fabric, saying in between such kisses. “Years of practice within my most wild dreams.” A lewd grin, before segwaying in to saiting her own curiousity. “So tell me...is this…” Another kiss to the instep of the right sock, to accentuate the point of her coming question,  “...what you enjoy most? Why you grace my face with your lovely bodies? Or would you rather…” A bite on her bottom lip, a hand running down to rub over her breasts gently.

“Does our, for lack of better word, physiology interest you, darling?” Those slouch socks giggled, the socks slipping closer to that face, as if not wanting it to go anywhere else, a gentle purr was heard before the explanation began. “The best way to think of us is like….a hive mind? There is our Creator, your Mistresses. They are the hub. Their thoughts are heard by us, their commands, their wishes. As are ours to them. Like right now, in this very second, we spoke with our Creator to see if having this conversation was in our best interest. They gave approval, and we are talking. But it goes so much deeper than that. Kiss us, and your Mistresses feel it too. Nuzzle our bodies with your nose, and the sensation is instantly relayed to our Creator as well. They feel everything we feel.”

Lexi could only giggle coyly at that, and did her best to make her next lick a bit more sensual, a bit more pronounced, which only caused those slouch socks to shudder and moan softly in response. “I guess that means I should work extra hard? To ensure my Mistresses are pleased as well. Is this interaction mutual the other way around? If I were to kiss my Mistresses directly, would you….?”

“Only if our Creator’s desire to share.” The slouch socks confessed. “There is a hierarchy, after all, and they are at the top.” The blonde was about to make some slightly sarcastic innuendo with regards of it only being right that her Mistresses share in their experiences, if they are taking from those slouch socks, but quickly thought against it. Nearly forgetting that this was indeed what was happening. What was being said here, was no doubt being heard by her owners.

“And what about these cuties?” Attention to those slouch socks were turned away to address the clean pair of anklets, giving them each a loving kiss upon the toes, scratching them gently as one might a cat.

“Hmmm..don’t you remember what we said about hierarchy, darling?” Lexi tilted her head a bit, understanding, but wanting those slouch socks to spell it out regardless. “They share with us every experience they have, because we govern over them as well. Just as all your mother’s socks. So long as your Creator’s give us sentience, we govern control. Should our Creator give sentience to those anklets? Well, then they stand at the top, and we will be but mere animations governed by their commands, experiencing everything in a sort of...dream.”

“So they are more or less, extensions of you. Tendrils to reach out and take in sensations. To see and hear for you.” That explained why those anklets didn’t talk back earlier. A thought going back to how Stacy’s star speckled knee highs had sentience, when her Mistresses were Stacy’s socks as well? Maybe it was merely a matter of distributing power? Since the Mistresses were on top, something else would have to be the ‘ambassador’ for Stacy’s socks? This was terrifyingly fascinating, that such a simple spell turned out to be so incredibly complex. Was this due to her miscasting? Such a small blunder turning in to such a complex hierarchy? “There is so much more I want to know about you, and my Mistresses.”

“And if you are a good little girl, you might get to know it as well.” The blonde couldn’t help but blush as things started to take on a more physical approach. Those clean ankle socks that once stood so dutifully upon the bed, standing like some soldier, started to take motion. The petite little anklets taking a step off the bed onto the kneeling Lexi’s left shoulder, and immediately the blonde gasped, feeling the poly-cotton feet of those empty socks lightly press their warm bodies against her shirt. It wasn’t as good as if she was naked, but beggars can’t be choosers, can they?

In the background, Lexi could hear the soft movements of other pairs of her mother’s socks as well. The sounds base barely existent, and only really heard when the living clothing tumbled out of the top drawer of the dresser to collapse on the food flooring of the bedroom. It was a shame she couldn’t hear them standing up again, the slouch socks with their perfect imperfections and wrinkles, and those anklets with almost nothing to them save for the shape of her mother’s small feet. She could imagine though, and closed her eyes to do exactly that.

“Have no desire to watch, darling?” A bemused tone of her mother’s voice sounding in her mind, and the feel of one of the slouch socks on the bed pushing their big toe up against her mouth again, coaxing out a few kisses. A content sigh, and Lexi opened her eyes, looking back to the dirty socks that seemed to be orchestrating this all.

“It’s difficult to choose, really. Turning to look behind me, while worth it, would be strain on my neck. But there is also the old theory that not using one sense heightens the other four.” A giggle, then a soft lick upon those toes, causing that voice to purr once again. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

“Oh darling, you are going to feel everything anyway.” Lexi smiled coyly at the innuendo she thought it was, expecting it to be simply a pair of socks moving to caress and tease that exposed pussy once again, those jeans and panties having forced their way to those knees, exposing ass and mound. However, when she felt the delicate toes of a pair of socks tickle and play with her ass, that smile lessened. Not enough to bring awareness, but enough for Lexi to understand what those slouch socks were talking about.

The blonde, as with sex in general before last night, had never even considered anal as an available option. She had heard about it, of course, and it was often the subject of choice when slinging around insults in high school and even, at times, in college. It was always portrayed as an unsettling, unwanted gesture. Something that was taboo, dirty, and very uncomfortable. Lexi agreed. Even without knowing fully, or even experiencing this, Lexi could see how it was all of those things. Why would anyone want to stick any part of their body up something that contains, quite literally, shit. Then she was reminded of a saying she thought of when she wanted to feel those ankle socks walk across her bare skin, rather than the shirt she was wearing:

Beggars can’t be choosers.

It was going to happen, and there wasn’t a damn things Lexi could do to convince them otherwise, without looking like a fool. She was Their Doll, and Their Doll was for them to use, especially in times like this when no one was around to witness. The only thing that would save her, was the sound of someone walking through the front door, home early. A listen, to see if a miracle occured. Nothing.

Then it started without warning, her limited time to prepare for this wasted on some frivolous hope that she would be saved. Those anklets that were felt walking across her back, wasted no time in penetrating that back door with their toes. Lexi couldn’t even be sure which sock it was that was doing the deed, left or right, her head arching upwards to expose her neck as she struggled to take in that girth, her hands gripping against the heel of those dirty socks like vice grips, and despite those socks being empty, no amount of squeezing managed them to lose that perfect form, as if feet were still in them. “Ahhhh!”

“Puts a new meaning to the phrase ‘foot in your ass’ doesn’t it darling?” If Lexi wasn’t in the midst of trying to blank out the uncomfortableness of it all, of trying not to focus on how the objects of her desire were giving her anal, that pun would have been appreciated, even laughed at. Lexi did love a good pun. Those slouch socks lifted their right foot high enough to press its sole against the whole of lexi’s face, the toes wiggling a bit as if to gently press against that forehead, gently gaining purchase and rotating that head to look back straight down at the bed. With the foot now against the back of her head, they firmly push downward, like a woman stepping on the head to push it back down to the floor. Those slouch socks giving Lexi the courtesy of turning her head so that she wasn’t suffocated. “We figure, our darling little girl has three perfect little holes. Why waste them?”

“Then wh-yy are you still talking?” Lexi spoke as the sock within her ass pushed itself even deeper. The girth of the foot and the uncomfortable slight twinge of pain that it caused causing Lexi to miss the feel of a few more pairs of socks taking purchase upon her body. At her pussy, and at her breasts. “There’s a whole right next to you that needs plugged.” Lexi said it in that sort of sarcastic coyness that she assumed usually happens when in the bed with a partner, though the sarcastic bit was intended to be full on, if only for those slouch socks to fuck that face a bit more harsher than at her ass, the idea to hopefully have the sensation of one override the other.

“That’s no way to talk to your mother’s socks, now is it?” Those slightly dirty slouch socks retorted, the one not standing on top of her head turning to ‘face’ her with those toes agonizingly just out of reach. “Can’t you let us enjoy this moment a bit more?” Another cry out form Lexi as that sock in her ass was jammed just a bit further in, nearly half-way to the center of the arch of the foot. Of course, Lexi had no idea how far in that sock was, and only new that she could not take anymore. Unlike her owners, Lexi had a body that can, and will break, if pushed too far. When the sock (It was an ankle sock, of course) found its limit, it started to thrust in and out of that tight little pucker.

There were tears, not of the state of where her life was now: A slave to living socks. Even really because she was in intense pain - though it was slightly painful in an uncomfortable sort of way. It was simply because of the strain she was enduring. After three or four thrusts in - Lexi lost count by now - those slouch socks collapsed upon her face, and the bed, the socks moving like a pair of snakes to comfort and coil around their Doll, the toes of both socks wiping away those tears, even as Lexi let out groan after painful groan. “You are crying. Tears of joy, we hope?”

Lexi was a very sarcastic girl by nature, and even given her position, and her role as more or less their slave, she wanted so desperately to say: ‘You are shoving your entire goddamn foot in a hole that exists to expel shit, not take it in. Why the fuck do you think I’m crying?’ But even in her struggle to focus through the butt fucking, the blonde realized such a sarcastic response would only serve to make things worse. Hell, it was even likely that those socks would erroneously assume by saying ‘expel shit, not take it in,’ Lexi was calling her mother’s socks little shits. “I’m…” A pant, then another deep goan as that ankle sock was rammed right back in that hole again. “I’m sorry. It’s my first time.”

“We’re sure you will get used to it.” A gentle purr, even a soft moan offered, as those slouch socks continued to do what they desired with Their Doll. Lexi didn’t know how much time has passed, and even worse, began to wonder if it would even end in a ‘normal’ time frame. Living clothing have no need to rest, and so could do this to her body for hours if they wanted. Do they even have a trigger to suggest they are finished? Lexi assumed that should two men go at it like this in the bedroom, one or both stops because they reached orgasm, released their load, and winded down. Do socks orgasm? “Ahhh god, yessss.” Lexi heard in her mind, and wondering if she was getting her answer. Of course, with the cry of pleasure, that fucking just seemed to pick up faster, causing Lexi to close her eyes tight, and grit her teeth. “Fuck yessss!”

Then, a few more unbearable thrusts later, it all stopped. Lexi could feel what she could only describe as a ‘pulse’ of energy wave through the room. For a moment, every piece of cloth in the room was alive for a second or two. Lexi knew her Mistresses had the power to animate all clothing, and give sentience to any pair of socks; but she had never seen it to a scale in which an entire room was animated at once. ‘Don’t fucking tell me that this is a result of their ‘orgasming’’ Lexi thought, panting heavily as everything wound down. What a terrifying, and yet exhilarating thought, the idea that everything was animate, all at once.

“What a wonderful little experience, don’t you think?” Lexi didn’t bother answering, and was thankful those slightly dirty slouch socks didn’t press for an answer either. As things died down, she was starting to feel the sensations around the rest of her body. A pair of slouch socks under that shirt, playing with those breasts, another pair at that pussy, manipulating that button, sending brief - but still potent - waves of pleasure through her body like little jolts of electricity.

“You are still missing one hole…” Those slouch socks moved forward as if to accommodate the reason that statement was made, and to let Lexi lick and dote upon them once again. Before turning away at the last minute.

“It seems we did, but you have class soon, don’t you?” Lexi gave up, and let herself slide off the bed to collapse fully on the floor, exhausted. “You should probably clean yourself up, and get ready. We won’t let our Doll slip with her grades.”