As Lexi bent down to turn on the hot water, spending only a few minutes to regather her thoughts after the anal assault from her mother’s socks, something occured to her. She was alone. For the first time since using that stupid spell to animate her sister’s socks, and failing miserably at it to leave her in this position, there were no voices in her head. No mental commands or comments mimicking the tone of the person that owned those socks, and most importantly, no voice that sounded rather similar to her sister’s, the voice of those white knee high gym socks, with the three red stripes at the top - the ones running the show. For a brief moment, Lexi entertained the idea that the show was over, that the spell had exhausted it’s limit, and everything was back to normal. That she could research the spell and try again, do it right this time. The thought was only brief, because Lexi suppressed it almost immediately, for fear of it being heard.

That was when Lexi laughed a bit at her embarrassment, a delicate hand reaching to touch under the tap to see how hot the water was, pulling away and turning the cold water on just a bit. They couldn’t hear her thoughts, the living socks stated that shortly after they were given sentience, the moment she agreed to be their slave. Still, it didn’t explain why she was alone in the bathroom. She brought no clothes in with her, and none followed her in, not even a pair of socks to watch over their trophy. There was a wash towel hung up next to the sink for wiping hands, but a quick glance at it, and Lexi felt confident it was inanimate. The only other article of clothing that would be included was the towel she would use to dry off after the shower.

A thought occurred to her, seeing this as a potential chance she might not ever get again, and Lexi stood up, leaving the shower running to allow it to warm up the cold porcelain of the tub for when she returned. A deep breath, and she walked back out into the hallway, heading back to her bedroom as naked as the day she was born.

“Done with your shower already?” The disembodied voice returned, causing Lexi to jump a bit in response, never quite believing she will get used to this at all. Blue eyes looked around, and immediately saw the red striped knee highs, curled up on her bed, with that massive tomb open, as if they were reading it. That notion brought another chill up her spine. Sentient socks, and they were trying to learn more spells? Was that even possible? What would that mean? How long could she even keep the weak bargaining chip that was those rules in place, if those sentient socks could suddenly spew fireballs and spark lightning bolts?

“I haven’t even started.” A smirk offered. “Quite honestly, my mother’s socks used me so thoroughly, and in a hole I’m not entirely used to being violated, that it took a bit of effort to even stand up.” The sound of a soft laugh could be heard, causing Lexi to smirk ever so lightly, as she looked around, spotting her cell phone and moving to grab hold of it. “Doing homework?” Keeping the conversation going, a bit of classic misdirection in an attempt to keep the living socks from questioning what she was doing.

“Does that worry you?” The toes of the right sock turned to look at Lexi while the right continued staring at the book. Lexi presumed that this allowed for the living socks to see just about anywhere, at any time, a sort of omnivision. “A pair of your sister’s socks, studying a book that is quite capable of casting any spell one can imagine, and perfecting such a talent?” A soft purr, causing Lexi to be just a bit more intimidated by the thought, as if the living clothing picked up on the notion of a tinge of fear, they giggled in a reassuring way. “We aren’t stupid, love. Unlike you, we know that spellcasting is an extremely complicated task, even more so if a physical voice is required, something we lack. You can rest assured we aren’t going to be doing such until we master it, and as with everything, the best things are worth waiting for, right?”

“Well, I for one welcome our sock overlords.” Smiling as the living socks let out a deep laugh, Lexi giving a smile and proceeding back towards the bathroom.

“Where are you going with that, love?” Lexi froze once again. Inside, she knew she wasn’t going to get away with this without being questioned; but at least she had a plan.

“Need to call a friend.” She turned to look at the knee highs again, a wide smile on her face. “Figure I need to somehow prepare her for what is about to come.” A few seconds of silence was given, to allow for the knee highs to interrupt, but nothing was said. “I assume you are going to want to meet her, right?”

“Call a friend, hmm?” The red striped knee highs pulled themselves fully away from that spellbook, both toes looking to their Doll for the time being. “Interesting. Didn’t you just graciously inform us to never put you in a compromising position, in which unwanted attention would be obtained?”

“Who said this was unwanted?” Once again, Lexi delighted in the fact that her mistresses were completely silent, as if blindsighted by something. “She’s my friend, I’m fairly confident I can keep her seeing you under wraps. So there won’t be a concern for her running around telling everyone about you.” A shrug offered, that was a partial lie, and it would take a hell of a lot of convincing on Lexi’s part to ensure Ellie doesn’t completely freak out, but this lie was essential for this idea to work. “Besides, is well within the rules.”

“Good. We are happy you’ve finally come around, she will make a great addition to our collection of Dolls.”

“Except she won’t, because you can’t.”

“Excuse us, Doll?” The tone in that familiar voice obtaining a tone of clear and unbridled anger. It reminded Lexi of actual fights between her and her sister over the years, the kind of voice that suggested she was beyond just being angry. No doubt this was the case, the Doll responding to her mistress in such a sarcastic, matter-of-fact type voice. The blonde imagined it pissed those living socks off to no end that she had the gall to do that.

“No doubt you are going to love her, and you are going to do your thing and show off to her.” A shrug given, a quick look to the hallway, remembering the shower running. “I fully expect to be used in front of her too, because I am your Doll after all, and I imagine you will jump at the opportunity to flaunt what is yours. But own my friend as well?” A shake of her head. “That would break the rules. Cause that would entail you using your powers to bring sentience to a pair of her socks, which would in turn remain sentient to watch over your new Doll, which would allow her to being used in her home, which would definitely cause Ellie to expose your existence while looking for help. Trust me, she isn’t the type to be controlled.”

“We are socks, Doll. Living clothing, who the fuck is going to believe her?” Lexi could only smile as she felt the anger radiating from the living socks, the blonde delighting in the fact that they were still clueless to the most vital of information. “No one. She can scream all she likes, just as you can. We can keep you silenced.”

“How? You gonna stuff me in a closet? Never let me out of the room?” Lexi was full on smirking now. “If I start running to a policeman on the street, begging for help, you gonna stop me? Climb off my feet and stuff yourself in my mouth? You don’t think that is going to turn heads?”

“There are other -”

“Make me orgasm in my pants? Force me to turn around and walk away?” A shake of her head. “Look, Mistress. It doesn’t work that way. Even if I did go limp and you controlled every part of me covered in clothing. It would still look incredibly awkward, I’d be walking, but it would just look...off. People would notice. Imagine how fucked up I’m gonna look if I’m wearing shorts? How you going to bend the knees without it making look like someone kicked them out from under me?” A soft giggle “Unless I’m wearing gloves, my fingers are my own. Unless I’m wearing a ski mask, my face is my own. And don’t tell me you are planning on having me wear winter clothes for the rest of my life? The fact of the matter is, if I wanted to make people aware of what is going on, I can. At the very least, I can make people think I’m fucking insane, and I’d be put in some asylum. Constantly monitored, constantly under attention. Your Doll would get boring after that.”

“Your own life would be over. In an asylum. No college degree, no career, no-”

“Freedom?” A snicker. “I mean, do I even have that anymore?” A shrug, as she walked to the bathroom. “What’s the difference?” The blonde couldn’t hear it, but she was certain those knee highs stood up on their own and jumped off the bed, a quick jog to catch up to their misbehaving Doll.

“Such confidence our Doll has all of a sudden, when did she grow such a strong spine?”

“I haven’t, if I’m honest with myself. I’m still your perfect doll, and at the end of the day, I want nothing more than for you to use and abuse me.” A shrug once again, stepping into the bathroom, but not closing the door, allowing the socks to follow in if they wanted. Only taking casual note when they didn’t. “I’m just not going to let it happen whenever you want it. Maybe dumb as you were hoping?”

“That’s still up for debate, Doll.” Those socks quipped, the right sock tapping their toes impatiently “Only an idiot would dare talk back to their owner in such a fashion. What’s to stop us from taking you now, and fucking you so deep you wouldn’t wake up for days?”

“Because you want to get out and see the world.” Lexi turned around, pulling open the shower curtain, which in turn allowed stray droplets to spray out in a fine mist outside the bathtub, allowing Lexi to melt under the rush of warm air. “To see what more you can do, rather than being strictly confined to this house. What better way to do that, then through your Doll, right?”

“Take your shower Doll, class is in two hours.” Those living sock starting to walk away from the door.

“Not gonna join your Doll?”

“The only wetness socks like to feel is when it comes from your pussy, or your mouth.” An irritated tone as they walked back into Lexi’s room. The blonde shrugged, shutting the door, whispering softly. “Suit yourself.”

Lexi wasn’t even sure if her Samsung was even going to work in the shower, certain that if it got water in certain parts - like the charger jack for instance - it was sure to ruin a three hundred dollar phone, and all the effort she took to making this plan work, but it had to be risked. The blonde stepped into the shower with the phone, and immediately pulled up a text message with Elli.

Constantly rubbing off the water so that she could see what she was typing, Lexi furiously tapped a few long messages, only pausing to gather her thoughts, to try to figure out how to best explain this insane situation, without making it seem like some stupid joke, or otherwise not be taken seriously. Eventually, the blonde came up with the following:

“Hey. Need you to be extra chill when we meet up. I know that’s a weird way to start out a conversation, but please understand my life is on the line her if either of us fucks this up. I need your help, badly. Super badly. Don’t call the cops, don’t tell anyone about this message, just be chill. Please respond.”

The blonde put down the phone next to the bathroom sink, checking that the volume was on vibrate, then proceeded to washing herself off. There was no way this was going to work, as Lexi repeated the message she just sent in her head, it was absolutely impossible that Ellie would take it as nothing other than a joke. What felt like an eternity passed by before she heard the case of her Samsung vibrate across the tile of the sink counter, the lithe form quickly reaching out and grabbing that phone to look for a response.

“Lol ok? What happened this time?”

Exactly. Ellie wasn’t taking this seriously? Who the fuck would? Not until it was seen would anyone take the notion of living clothing seriously. A deep breathe, then another message was sent out.

“I have to show you. You are going to freak out. Anyone would. Meet me after our classes, in the locker room.” Lexi was about to hit send before thinking it over and decided that if this was to go down, it might as well be something Lexi would enjoy. “Wear those thigh highs socks you have. You know, the ones with the two black stripes, with a gray one in the middle? Bring two more pairs as well, ok?” There was no way Ellie knew about Lexi’s sock fetish. Lexi knew that Ellie had a massive crush her, the blonde knew that ever since sophomore year in highschool, the closet lesbian didn’t do well to hide that much, but for Ellie to know about her weird little fetish? It was unlikely. Even now, asking a question like this wasn’t about to give it away. Lexi didn’t have to wait long for a response now, the phone was already in Ellie’s hand more than likely, the suspense of the initial text enough to keep her waiting for more texts.

“Um...ok? How do you know what socks I have? Know what? Whatever. I’ll play your game. See you tonight.” Lexi couldn’t help but respond with ‘because I’ve seen you wear them a few times, duh.’ before putting the phone away, and finishing the rest of her shower. After stepping out, Lexi grabbed her phone again, about to delete the text message entirely before pausing, sending a final text to Ellie instead. “Delete this text conversation. Now. Don’t reply to this message, just do it.” before deleting the conversation, and proceeding to place her phone to her wet ear, walking out of the bathroom.

“Look, just meet me in the locker room after your afternoon classes, ok?” It wasn’t hard to feign talking on the phone, Lexi basically already had a conversation with Ellie via text, it was simple to look like she was talking to someone now. Blue eyes watched as a living outfit was already at the linen closet, pulling out a white towel and proceeding to wrap her body in it, a smile offered to the set of casual clothing, a feeling Lexi felt wasn’t reciprocated, her mistress’s anger likely infused into all those clothes animated as well.

Once dried off, the clothing took no time forcing, rather uncomfortably, themselves onto that body. Lexi struggling to keep up as a white bra snapped on to her body, followed by a long sleeved T-shirt. Lexi was barely able to keep her phone to her ear, let alone keep her balance as a pair of ripped blue jeans slid up her slender legs right after her panties managed to force her to take a step into them. The blonde taking the hint and sitting down on the bed to prop up her feet, allowing a pair of petite ankle socks and her white tennis shoes to climb onto her body, completing the dressing. “Ok, good. I’ll see you then? Awesome. And remember, try to be chill ok? It’s gonna be awesome, I promise.”

With a smirk on her face, the blonde grabbed her book bag and proceeded down the stairs to the living room, preparing to head out to class. It wasn’t until after she settled into the driver seat of her car that Lexi got the inclination that this wasn’t going to be a quiet ride to the college campus. Shortly after starting the car, she could feel her own panties start to press up against her lips, causing her to gasp softly, and hesitate to turn on the car. “Mi-mistress?”

“Hmmm...not quite.” The voice that sounded in her head was a new one, not like any she had heard before, which threw the blonde off a bit. Every single piece of clothing was hers, and from what Lexi understood, only socks could be given sentience. Lexi had no choice to believe that bubbly, energetic pre-teen like voice was that of her anklets, but couldn’t be completely sure. Until she felt those anklets wiggle a bit underneath those sneakers, of course. “Buuuuuut close enough, right? The whole deal with socks an’ all, it kiiinda makes you our bitch for the day.”

“You still have to…”

“...follow the rules, blah blah blah.” Lexi frowned a bit as she started the car, pulling out of the driveway and heading down the road to the highway. “If you haven’t noticed, love. We are alone. Not a single person in sight. Just you, your clothes, and that incredibly soft pussy of yours.” Another brush from those panties caused Lexi to gasp softly, the touch more than enough to cause the blonde to veer left and right, driving a bit less in a straight line.

“Positions that will compromise my well being.” A frustrated gasp as she struggled to focus and keep her eyes on the road. “I’m gonna fucking crash if you keep this up.”

“You kinda brought this upon yourself love.” Those anklets said, Lexi looking down at her feet long enough to see her sneakers starting to untie themselves, already knowing what was to follow before it even took place, seeing her feet being pulled out of the white shoes, which remained on the gas pedal, seeming to be able to assist in driving. The main reason of it all, of course, was for those ankle socks to slip right off those feet, then proceed to jump up to stand on top of the armrest console between the passenger and driver seats. “We mean, what the fuck were you even thinking? Undermining the boss socks like that?” A childish giggle, one that Lexi couldn’t help but liken to the term ‘anime giggle.’ “You’re a fucking idiot. A cute fucking idiot, but a fucking idiot all the same.”

“I’m not trying to undermine my mistresses.” Blue eyes go wide as she heard the unexpected insult. “I am sorry you girls, and my mistress see it as such, but I am just trying to he-”

“Cut the shit, hun.” Those petite anklets looked at Lexi with their toes, collapsing so that they were resting on the console, with their toes raised up like snakes to look at their Doll. “We’ve heard your excuses more than enough times. We are even going to admit it right now, you have good points; but you need to understand that we are capable of quite a bit on our own.”

“Ever wonder what your panties would say if they could talk?” Lexi was thinking of anything but at the moment, as she tried so hard to focus on the road, breathing a sigh of relief as she hit a red light, and tried to relax and gather her thoughts, gritting her teeth as those panties under her jeans continued to rub and push against her pussy, causing it to get moist really fast from the attention. Blue eyes looked down, seeing the movement of the panties against her jeans, pushing out against the zipper, then letting it fall back, as if something was pulsing underneath. This didn’t help, as it reminded her of being fucked by living clothing. It wasn’t socks, but it was still hot as fuck.

The sound of aggressive honking could be heard behind her, as Lexi noticed the light had turned green some time ago, pressing her bare feet back against the sneaker that still rested upon the pedal, the laces of it wrapping around her bare skin and brushing gently, tickling it. “We imagine they’d be the complete sluts of the clothing world, right? Always right next to your pussy and ass, being teased by it constantly as you go about your day. Kind of pathetic in its own way, right? Like, all they’d ever do is just, fuck you. Probably can’t get enough of it, we bet.”

“Look Pl-please..”

“Nope. Not gonna work Lexi. Boss lady shared with us sentience under the notion that we ‘remind’ you who is in charge of you.” The emphasis on the word remind making a shiver run down the spine of the blonde, swallowing softly as she tried to focus long enough to make a turn on to the on ramp of the highway, taking it too wide while her pussy was being assaulted, looking like a drunk on the road. “Maybe we’ll figure out someday, what those panties are thinking right now.” The anklets continued to tease, blue eyes looking to them, back to the road, to the constant thumping in her pants, and back again. Finding it harder and harder to focus right now.

“Mi-mistress can only give sentience to….to…” It was so hard to finish sentences now, those panties starting to ramp up the pressure, pushing a small ways into those pussy lips, causing the fabric to tighten around her ass as they tried to get enough of it up front to fuck their owner.

“Socks. We know, we arne’t stupid. Probably for the best, right? We are the best article of clothing, after all. We know you agree, don’t lie.” Lexi gasped softly as she felt those ankle socks start to slither like a pair of snakes up to her arm, clamoring on top of it and proceeding to slither their way up to her face. “Go on…” The toes of the left sock hovering near the blonde’s lips. “give us a lick.”

“I-I need to dri-”

Lexi gasped as the toes of that left sock pressed up firmly against Lexi’s lips, silencing her immediately, the right sock continuing to snake its way to the other shoulder, the cuff of the socks lifting up as if to ‘nibble’ on the earlobe. The bubbly voice of those anklets getting a bit more sinister as they spoke again, as if through gritted teeth. “Did we stutter, Doll? Lick.”

Lexi found herself doing exactly that, partly because of the direct order, and partly because she wanted it. There was no denying it, not right now, when it was so painfully obvious that her body was responding to the stimuli of her animated panties, and the sentient anklet controlling them. Lexi was absolutely helpless in this situation, unable to control even her own thoughts, as her body demanded she obeyed as well.

The blonde could feel her mind ceasing to focus on the complex task of driving, and more on how to best drag her tongue along that sock at her mouth, gauging if it was better to start from little toe to big, or visa versa, wondering if she could even work her way around to slip her tongue inside the cuff, her devious little mind playing out the idea of her tongue entering the inside of the socks, and making them moan out as they were fucked in a way only a person with a sock fetish could imagine. In the end, that tongue just blundered out of those lips in a feverish passion, finding that soft poly cotton and simply licking at every spot they could get to, reckless and wanting, without any finesse or patience. Lexi continue doing so without even giving thought to the road and driving. Until she heard that sound.

Blue eyes snapped out of her daze and looked in her rear view mirror to confirm what she was hearing, the blaring of the sirens of a police car stopping her for likely driving too fast, and like a drunken idiot. To be fair, she was drunk, just not on beer. The sound of her ankle socks giggling was heard as they pulled away from her mouth and slipped down her shirt. Lexi could hear her pants unbuttoning as she pulled to the shoulder of the highway. Upon reaching a stop, she watched in wide eyed embarrassment as her jeans slipped down a bit, as did her panties, allowing the toes of the right sock to push in deep to that wet pussy, while the left simply lied right next to its twin.

“Mistress! Please, you can’t do this. I can’t-”

“You can, and you will.” Even now, Lexi was trying to find a way to cover herself up, watching as an older woman stepped out of the car, walking towards the driver side. “It’s adorable! She’s gonna take one look at you, and will never be able to forget!” Lexi blushed deep, still on edge from being so close to orgasming from the short event, unable to even think of how to explain this. “It kinda sucks that the woman is wearing black crew socks, or we’d invite them to come fuck your pussy fully.”

“Yo-you can’t?!” Lexi was about ready to cry, about to be utterly humiliated by showing a random police woman her wet sex, with one of her ankle socks half buried inside of it. This was not what she intended to happen, with the rules she set in place.

“You are right, we can’t..” But when the anklets continued, Lexi realized it wasn’t because of any rules, it was merely because of their preference. “Black socks are kind of ugly, right? Not nearly as sexy as us. Believe us, if they were nearly any other color, they’d leave their owner in a flash, and be deep in your holes without so much as a greeting.” Lexi hated herself right now, hated how the idea of watching some stranger’s socks leave their owner to come fuck her into an orgasm turned her on even more. A few taps on the window were made, and Lexi swallowed hard, rolling down her window.

“License and regist-” That’s when the police officer looked up from her notepad and saw the position Lexi was in. There was an extremely long moment of utter silence, and for a while it felt as though time literally came to a stop. Lexi found herself wanting nothing more than to continue on, to find a remote area in the world, dig a whole, and bury herself in it. To be forgotten. “Did I...interrupt something?”

“I...um…” Lexi tried to find the words to explain this, finding her petrifying fear of being humiliated simply giving away to resigned defeat. Her mistresses had made their point, rules or not, she was theirs to do with as they pleased. Even according to the rules she set up, this was harmless. No danger was to come from this, save for a fine for indecent exposure, and a speeding ticket, if even that. The embarrassing pose Lexi was in, with her pants down, and an ankle sock deep inside her, it was very likely the policewoman would just...want to end this encounter as quickly as possible, and leave her with a warning. “You...you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you the truth.”

“Try me?”

“Alright.” Lexi couldn’t believe she was doing this. Maybe it was the point of no return? The notion that she was already humiliated in front of a stranger? The notion that she was right on the edge now, and only wished for her anklets to finish her? The notion that she just wanted the damn police woman to leave, so she can get on with the fucking? Whatever it was, Lexi managed to push past that point, and just went with it, taking a deep breath. “You caught me in the midst of being fucked to oblivion by my own ankle socks. They are punishing me for being too bold. I am their Doll after all, I should have known better. But my attempts to protect me from a scene just like this, only made it happen sooner than expected.”

“Excuse me?”

“Told you you wouldn’t believe me.”

“I believe you need help.” The notepad she was writing on torn up, crumpled, and placed in her pocket. “A lot of help. I’m gonna let you off with a warning, because quite honestly? I don’t want to deal with this paperwork myself.” Lexi for some reason was upset by this backhanded gesture. “I don’t want to explain to my boss that I had to pull over a crazy woman with her pants half down, and a sock halfway up her crotch.” The police woman then grabbed the bridge of her nose, pressing on it with her index finger and thumb. “Fuck, I don’t even want to remember this happened. But...until my shift ends, and I can get so fucking drunk I can’t remember anything, I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you?” The police officer walked off back towards her own vehicle. “Fuck off. I don’t want to see you again...ever.” Lexi watched in her side mirror as the woman reached the midway point between the two cars, wincing as she could hear her saying. “Fucking socks? Seriously? Who the fuck…? What kind of fucked up fetish is that? God damn..just when you think you’ve seen it all…”

Lexi leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. She didn’t even have time to notice she was crying until she heard the police car drive past her, still parked. What the fuck has her life become? Why did she ever think this was going to be a great idea, giving her sister’s socks sentience? She should have known this was going to happen, it always does. The blonde tried at that moment to try to think of a scenario in which some story had a person mess with magic, and it actually worked exactly as they wanted, and failed miserably. This needed to end. This all needed to end.

“Did that pass your precious rules, Doll?” Lexi could only respond with a sniffe, opening her mouth to try to say something and only ending up uttering a quivering moan as she found herself crying more. “Compromising or harmful situations? Check.” Those anklets gloating as Lexi continued to cry, continuing to resight the rules the blonde herself attempted to govern. “Disrupt normal life? Well, you didn’t get a ticket, or fined, did you? Check.” The anklets giggled, a bit, then gasped mockingly at the last little bit of the rule. “Put you in humiliating or unwanted situations? Hmmm...well..ok, you got us on the humiliating part. But answer honestly, Doll...was it really unwanted?”

“...fuck you.” Lexi still had too much pride to simply give in, and she was far too angry to just submit without a fight now. Why the fuck not push it a bit further? What could possibly be worse than this? What could possibly be worse than realizing you were completely and utterly under the control of something you loved with all your heart. Something you thought would share that feeling, and love you in return...and not use and abuse you. “...fuck all of you.”

“Well! That isn’t a nice thing to say to your owners, is it Doll?” Those anklets pulled out of that pussy, standing up on her lap. The only saving grace was that the panties and jeans pulled themselves back up, covering here completely again, as Lexi worked up the strength to start the car and start driving again. “You needed a reminder.” The anklets said, jumping down to slip back on to her feet, warm and clean as if they never even touched her dripping pussy. “Hopefully you won’t forget your place again, hmm?”

“No..it’s clear as crystal now. Trust me.” She didn’t know how yet, Lexi didn’t even know when even, but the blonde refused to believe that this couldn’t be fixed. No, it would be more than fixed, maybe she and Ellie can find a way to turn the tides sort to speak, make the socks walk a bit with Lexi owning them. That caused the teen to smile a bit. Oh...the things she’d make her socks do.