“We don’t know about you, but we are quite excited to meet this friend of yours.” Lexi never thought she’d find herself thinking this, but for the first time in her life, she was tired of her socks, these anklets in particular. Lexi was already walking across campus, heading towards the gym locker room she and Ellie agreed to meet up in. The blonde didn’t know anything about the college’s sports teams, and their schedules, but she was confident enough that there would be no practice this early in the afternoon. Though Lexi’s plans were faltering quite quickly, she was still confident enough that the living socks would not compromise anything by making a public display. They would ensure no one walked in on anything, at least the living socks were good for that.

Even as Lexi walked, those anklets could be heard in the back of her mind, taunting and teasing, arrogant and obnoxious. Once again, the blonde was left to take in the disparity of it all. This was a dream of hers, ever since Lexi could remember, she had fantasized about the notion of living socks. When she was eight years old, she remembered playing with the garments of clothing like they were dolls. She could remember her mom walking in to see such, and smiling softly, no doubt finding it weirdly adorable. Mother promised to go out and buy Lexi some real toys - as even divorced, Lexi’s mother was rather well off - buying an expensive doll set was nothing. To the blonde however, none of that mattered, it was the socks she loved, continued loving for all her life.

And now? Now it’s a fucking nightmare, made worse by the moments of bittersweet bliss she could find in between. Even now, Lexi knew how things would play out. Ellie would meet Lexi in the locker room, the pairs of socks she brought would be animated by her own ankle socks...possibly with thigh highs obtaining their own sentience, and Lexi would get fucked. Long, hard, and deep.

And it would be everything Lexi dreamed it would be…

But it wasn’t love to them, was it? There was no reciprocation of the feeling at all, to the living socks, it was just a toy to use. A trophy to strut and display to anyone they can show off too. In the end, Lexi was going to be completely and utterly embarrassed in front of her only friend, and one that had a crush on the blonde, even. It was going to be doubly sweet for her fucking anklets. Ride their toy until she orgasms, multiple times, and do it in front of a person that admires and adores their toy.  Then the most heartbreaking thought of all this occurred…

...can Ellie even be called a friend after this?

“You’ve gone quiet.” Those anklets upon her feet said, commanding her attention again as she continued towards the gym. “You aren’t still mad at us, are you? You haven’t said a word since the car ride. We thought for sure that the cute professor’s socks teasing you would get you to cheer up a bit. God, Doll, you need to learn to..”

“Let go?” Lexi finally spoke, not even bothering to look around to see if anyone heard her sudden outburst. At this point, she didn’t really give a shit. She was caught with a pair of socks in her pussy, by a police officer, who proceeded to insult and shame her in the process. At this point, being caught talking to herself was the least of her worries. “You make a fucking mockery of me, in my own damn car, and laugh as it all takes place; and you want me to just…let go?”

“Well, it is going to suck for all of us, if you are going to be a sourpuss all the time.” The anklets said with a bit of a mischievous, jovial tone to their voice. Even now, not understanding that what they did was in any way vile, as if the idea of human morality was void to them. Or that they simply didn’t care. Probably both..they were just a pair of ankle socks, with the personality and energy of a young twenty something rich kid. Unstoppable and untouchable because ‘Dude, our dad owns a dealership.’

“Yea. You’re right.” Lexi could play this game as well, having just as forked tongue as the living anklets snuggling her feet. “I mean, what the fuck was I thinking?” a brief laugh, a fake smile. “Let’s just...fuck everything, right? Fuck society. Fuck reality. Fuck..everything, right? I mean, why should I care if I’m fucked right here? Right where I stand, right?” Lexi could feel her anger rising up again, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to make her point. “I mean, who gives a shit, right? All that matters is that you get what you want. Cause you are unbound by rules, right? Because you are a pair of living socks, capable of doing whatever the fuck you want! Ironic that the only thing you want to do, is fuck.” Lexi let out a quick exhale through her teeth, adding. “I don’t even know if I should give you the dignity of calling you ‘living socks’ at all. You aren’t really ‘alive’ at all, are you. You are just...sex craved abominations.”

“Oh god, here she goes again.” The anklets groaned a bit, as if hearing this monologue was boring them. Lexi detected just a small bit of possible embarrassment, as she could feel those anklets animating her shoes, trying to force Lexi to take a step, it worked for a few seconds, before the blonde simply..resisted, contracting her leg muscles and flexing a bit to provide the resistance to prevent their attempt to control her body. This act only empowered the blonde, reminding herself once again that though the was their Doll, they couldn’t control her body.

“You really are fucking stupid, aren’t you?” Lexi shook her head with a smile, continuing to walk on. “Honestly? I always fantasized about thigh highs being the bubble headed blondes of the sock world, and anklets being the smart, bookish types. You are fucking breaking all the theories for me. I can’t believe that every pair of socks that comes to ‘life’” said with the physical gesture of quotations with her hands, “has the mind no better than some sexual deviant devoid of morals. Hardly deserving of the word life at all.”

“You really going to do this, Doll?” The tone of boredom turning to anger now, as the socks could be felt trying even harder to animate her clothes to keep her from walking. “You didn’t learn a th-”

“My mistresses have to be ashamed, and I know they are hearing this somehow, since you are all linked together as some sort of hive mind. Sparking sentience into such an utter failure. You’re going to ruin everything they are working to set up, aren’t you?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Doll. You are going to make this meeting with Ellie fun.” Those socks retorted, Lexi smirking at the comment as she reached the glass doors of the gymnasium building, stepping in and keeping silent for a while as she walked through a few small crowds of people. It didn’t stop those anklets though, of course. “You just keep presenting us with reasons to remind you that you are owned by any pair of socks we animate. Thank you. We mean, we don’t need a reason to fuck you, but it’s always nice. And when we screw Ellie too, you’ll be forced to realize that not only are you truly ours, but so is everyone else.”

“Is that a promise, my dear anklets?”

“The best part is, we can ruin her, and not give a fuck. She’s not our Doll.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, because if you cared, that would suggest that you are actually ‘alive.’ Not some hard wired sexual pervert.” Lexi stopped in the middle of an empty hallway, about ten paces away from the locker room the meeting was supposed to take place in, a wicked grin upon her face. “I’m exhausted...maybe you can finish getting me to the locker room?”

And Lexi found herself moving, completely at the will of her clothing as she relaxed her body, letting them take control for nine paces, and exactly nine paces. Before simply, flexing her muscles again, becoming tense and rigid, and stopping immediately in place. “Wh...why did we stop?”

“Shut the fuck up, Doll.” The anklets not as stupid as Lexi imagined, and getting the point she put across right away.

“Know what? I’m thirsty. There was a drinking fountain back there, wasn’t there? I got some time..I’ll just...run over and get a quick drink.” And Lexi turned, sprinting through the hallway to reach the drinking fountain, feeling those anklets try desperately to obtain control, to trip her up, to force something, and failing miserably. Lexi leaned down to take a long drink, savoring the moment, relishing in the utter frustration of her anklets before pulling her lips away, walking back to the locker room. “Ellie is fucking fast, mistresses,” Using that term with a large dose of sarcasm. “And she really isn’t the type to take shit either. In fact, she has a very...well...dominant attitude, when you get right down to it. Sweet and adorable as fuck, but she can be a real bitch when she needs to be.”

“She can’t get away from her fucking clothes.”

“Can’t she? You can’t even fucking stop your Doll, mistresses. You can threaten, you can curse; but at the end of the day, when you get right down to it, you can only take advantage of me when I’m unable to stop it, like the car ride. So what do you have to do? You have to have to rely on empty threats, you have to wait for that moment when I am alone. Then, then you can animate that spare outfit to push me down, to hold me still, to use me...and I am your fucking property, and even then because I let you...because I am forced to be my mistresses Doll. You can’t hope to do that to someone else, someone who still has their dignity, their freedom. Someone who doesn’t find the notion of living socks hopelessly erotic.”

“Watch us.” Those anklets hissed, as Lexi walked into the locker room, blue eyes looking around to see that Ellie hadn’t made it yet, a small sigh of relief, before getting back to the point.

“I am really hoping I do get to. Nothing would please me more than watching you try to tie down my frightened friend, as she pushes the outfits you do manage to animate in time aside, to sprint out the door, and do God knows what once free. That would really look good in the eyes of your Creator’s at home, wouldn’t it? My real mistresses.”

There was silence now, Lexi’s point hit home.

“Tell me, once you fail to dominate my friend, and compromise everything those red striped knee highs has worked to build up. Do you ever think you’ll get to see anything but the bottom of a dirty clothes hamper?” Lexi walked around the locker room for a bit, blue eyes falling up the large shower hall, and a much smaller circular one nearby. One with multiple shower heads for a more therapeutic touch for after a long, hard practice. It was big enough to fit three, possibly four in total, and was even complete with a frosted sliding door for privacy. Perfect. “I think it would be much worse, to be honest, knowing my mistresses. The red striped knee highs would probably keep you sentient, but limit your freedom of movement, right? Or maybe force you to walk out into the street after a long, hard rain? Have you simply...collapse on the side of the street, right next to a fucking gutter...letting all that grim and shitty water just...drown you?”

“Most people would have the common sense to shut the fuck up right now, Doll. Because you are making this incredibly worse for yourself.”

“Hmm…” Lexi moved to sit down on the bench in the center of the locker room, giggling almost sadistically as she willingly slipped off her shoes, lifting her feet up and wiggling her toes inside those pissed off anklets. “Please, mistresses. I’m begging you, like the Doll that I am, please fuck up. Please try to play the arrogant bitch, and bite off more than you can chew. Maybe my red striped mistresses at home will let me be the one to take you out to that gutter. I’d love to watch.”  The blonde let out a wicked little smile as she heard the door leading into the locker room open up, and then slowly swing shut again, a soft whisper as she looked down at her anklets. “Enjoy the angry fuck, mistresses.”

“So, mind telling me what the hell this is all about?” Ellie rounded the corner, eventually focusing her brown eyes on her best friend sitting on the wooden bench with her shoes off. The brunette came as promised, sporting those white thigh high socks, three stripes at the top - black, grey, then black again. Lexi felt a bittersweet moment of lust, knowing in just mere moments they would be animated, perhaps even given sentience of their own...only to be just as dominating and abusive as all the rest. A part of her had hoped it would be different, they were her friends socks, after all. 

“Unfortunately, there is no time to explain fully, no time to prepare you.” the blonde tore her eyes away from those sexy thigh highs and gave a soft, defeated sigh. “They are quite pissed at Their Doll, and I suspect you are going to be treated to the entire show in just a few moments.”

“Ok, this is fucking freaking me out, Lexi. Seriously.” Ellie went to go sit on a bench across the way, not even aware that her own sneakers were starting to untie themselves, that the pair of white and pink patterned knee highs she had in her back she just put down was already crawling out, their toes looking directly at The Doll. “Are you ok? Do you need help? What is going on?”

“Just watch, darling.” Lexi heard that crisp voice in her head, a new one, not all that different from Ellie’s own, and noticing the pattern even more now. The clothing, when given sentience, seems to mimic the voice of their owner, slightly altered a bit to give it their own flair. This one sounding sultry, cool and in control. Lexi also noticed that Ellie heard it too, as she practically jumped in her seat at the unexpected sound. Then jumped even more, and tried to scramble away as the thigh highs on her feet started to snake their way off her slender legs, quickly standing up on their own as if Ellie’s feet were still within them. “You might learn a thing or two, as we make our Doll moan.”

“Oh god. What the fuck? What the fu…” Ellie scrambled a good two feet away from the living socks that were once on her feet, brown eyes watching as the other two pairs she brought, the candy cane striped white and pink, and similarly striped light blue and white knee highs. Breathing rapidly and holding her chest as she turned her attention to Lexi’s own anklets quickly standing on their own and turning their attention back to their owner. “Lexi?! Are you seeing this? Lexi???!!”

“Yes. Stay calm, sit down, and enjoy the show, they aren’t going to hurt you. Just me.” Lexi managed to get out as the light blue striped socks walked over and jumped on top of the blonde’s lap, and, as if their touch transferred the magic over, Lexi watched as her own panties and jeans left her body to be discarded behind her. Ellie’s knee highs then pushed their right foot hard into that chest, which once again triggered that shirt to take its leave, joining the jeans and panties, and forcing Lexi to lie down.

“She has been quite the bitch.” Lexi’s anklets mused, leaving the prep work to Ellie’s socks, as they set to work binding those wrists and ankles to the metal posts supporting the bench. Lexi could be heard groaning and protesting a bit, as the binding was done in such a way as to force Lexi to bend her body backwards, arching her stomach high into the air, and putting intense strain on her back as it was forced to bend in ways it wasn’t supposed to. “Our Doll still hasn’t quite learned her place yet, and your socks are gonna help us remind her of it...again.”

“What better way to teach then to include our owner?” Ellie’s thigh highs said, walking towards the brunette, who very quickly got up from her position and darted over to get a better angle to the exit. A reaction which caused Lexi to laugh, despite how doing so caused her back and stomach to ache even more. “What, are you afraid of your own thigh highs, Ellie?”

“You fucking come anywhere near me, and I’ll scream. I’ll get help. I’ll…”

“Jesus, just leave her. We got the Doll, it’s all we need.” Lexi still had that smirk upon her face, her own anklets weren’t dumb after all. Seeing Ellie already in a position to make a bolt for the exit, and with their animating abilities only extending to clothes, the only outfit at their beck and call was Lexi’s own, the rest locked away behind locker doors. Clearly pissed off by the notion that their Doll was right all along, her anklets jumped up on the bench, then walked up to stand on the top of Lexi’s raised stomach. “You’re gonna stay and watch though, right? It’s kind of hot having you watch what you wish you could do to our Doll, only knowing we do it better.”

Lexi looked straight at Ellie, watching as those brown eyes tried to process everything that was happening before her very eyes, until finally they locked upon Lexi’s own blues. “Stay, I need you.” A wordless whisper to the frightened brunette, the young girl thankfully not scared out of her wits enough to read the lips and interpret the hidden message, a soft, scared nod offered after a fifth word was added, “Please.”

Lexi gasped softly as she felt those thigh highs worm around her neck, the long white socks snuggling tightly as they got positioned, at times even making it hard for the blonde to breathe, the resulting restriction showing in the irregular rises of her chest. The toes of the right sock, slightly warm from being within Ellie’s shoes for most of the day, wasted no time thrusting itself right into that open mouth, removing its attempts to gasp for air, and forcing her to breath through her nose, another mercy that was denied, as it’s twin started to snake over and smother it every so often, leaving Lexi in a state in which she gasped and struggled, as if she were drowning at times.

“It’s a shame your body is so fucking weak, Doll.” Those anklets carried on, walking down towards that exposed pussy and tracing their left toes over it gently. “Not like a pair of socks at all. Yours is ridget, inflexible, dependant on so many things. Just….weak. We mean, just imagine how deep those lovely thigh highs of Ellie’s could go, were it not for them doing so put you at risk of just...breaking.”

“Quite deep, if you couldn’t guess.” Those thigh highs giggled gently, the left toes not already deep in her mouth looking up to their ‘owner’ and watched as she very slowly, very cautiously moved to a bench a very safe distance away, watching in mixed emotions of horror, revolution, and a bit of lust. “In one end and out the other, even. What a trip that would be.” As if to make their point, the right foot pressed deeper inside, the length of such seen by Ellie as the blonde started to react, her stomach tensing up as she started to gag violently.

Tears were already streaming down Lexi’s face. To those watching, it would be assumed that it was tears of pain. Her body, even for this short of time, was no doubt already aching from the uncomfortable position it was bound to, and with knee high socks, moving of its own volition, pushing deep enough down her throat to choke and gag her, it was clear she wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. To Lexi though, it also represented shattered dreams, her living nightmare. How she felt like she was part of some twisted story to be aired on an episode of The Twilight Zone.

As Lexi knew they would, those anklets stopped teasing that pussy the moment it started leaking, and walked around to jump down on the bench again, those impossibly soft poly-cotton soles sending goosebumps across her skin. It was torture, liking this and hating it all at the same time. If only Lexi had cast the spell correctly, if only those socks adored and loved her, rather than owned and abused her. More tears streamed down her cheek.

“Ahhh….god.” Ellie whispered in grotesque disgust as she watched those living anklets press their way up that ass, pushing into that tight hole. It was a notion Lexi clearly didn’t like either, as her body naturally tried to arch up more, the resulting action only causing her back to spasm even more in intense pain, unable to bend that way any further, forcing her to take those anklets up the ass.

“Not a fan of anal?” Those anklets giggled madly, a soft moan in their voice as they pumped in and out of Lexi’s hole.

“Our owner is a bit of a...vanilla girl.” Those thigh highs responded for Ellie, the left sock still looking at the brunette, while the right started to thrust in and out of that mouth, pushing deeper and deeper once Lexi managed to get used to their presence to stop gagging, going just a step further to start the process all over again. “Aren’t you, Ellie?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.”

“Oh c’mon...don’t tell your thigh highs you aren’t enjoying this at least a little bit.”

“Don’t, fucking, talk to me.”

“Hear that Lexi? I think our owner is a bit mad, or maybe a bit jealous?”

“Stop calling that bitch your owner.” The anklets replied to the thigh highs with a tone of anger, the little articles of clothing barely able to be seen anymore as they pushed deeper into that hole, filling out a bit to stretch it even more. “If anything, you own her, she just doesn’t know it yet.” Those thigh highs didn’t respond, as if not fully agreeing with the sentiment, but not seeming to be in a position to argue. Those ankle socks did give them this ability to think and move freely, could be taken away just as quickly. “Now do what we gave you life for, and fuck her throat raw. Fucking bitch needs to learn to only open her mouth when a pair of socks is there to plug it.”

Ellie herself found herself shedding a few tears for the scene as it played out, watching as the four pairs of socks took turns utterly ravaging her crush. The striped knee highs binding her down tight, only trading off when the thigh highs moved to replace them, and let them have their turn. Three minutes in to the rough fucking, and Lexi was already red raw around her breasts, lips, nose, ass, and pussy - the pair of pink and white stripped knee highs the ones to finally thrust deep into that hole, making her orgasm almost immediately as a result. It was another three more, and Ellie was sure Lexi simply passed out from it all. The brunette lost count of the orgasms after three, mostly because the blonde’s body was so thoroughly used that she could hardly tell if a spasm was due to another orgasm, or out of sheer fatigue.

“See? Fucking weak.” Even those anklets were panting, as if exhausted. An impossibility, Ellie thought, as socks don’t even have a body to feel such a thing as fatigue. The anklets, still nearly perfectly clean even after the constant fucking, walked over to where Ellie’s limp head was, and kicked it firmly, yet gently, watching it bob a bit in the process. “Barely get fucking started, and she’s out.” Those anklets turned their toes to look towards Ellie. “We are so very tempted to have you while we wait for her to wake up.”

Ellie shot up again darting to the exit of the locker room, halfway there already even as those anklets started to give chase. Brown eyes could see Lexi’s own outfit rising up, composing itself as if Lexi was wearing them, her sneakers forming the feet and ready to give chase as well before a weak, raspy tone seemed to stop those anklets in their tracks. “Do it. Your Doll is begging you.” A painful giggle heard. “I already know of the cesspool to drop you in.”

Those anklets, and the animated outfit, walked back towards the barely awake Lexi, smiling dreamily. Ellie’s trio of socks working to untie The Doll, letting her sore body collapse upon the bench, causing her to moan a bit, then cough, an action which irritated her sore throat all the more. “Fuck you. You fucking pathetic piece of human trash.” Those anklets seethed, standing on the ground so that Lexi could see them. “We can have whoever the fuck we want. We are living socks...who the fuck is going to know, and even if they did, how the fuck are they going to stop us?”

“By standing real tense, obviously.” Lexi couldn’t help but laugh again, causing her throat to flare up in pain once again. “You should show patience, anklets. I’m sure my red striped mistresses are looking for ways to start their campaign of world domination, or whatever it is you shits want to do. Now...I’m sore, and exhausted, and my friend is terrified, and confused. Will my sock mistresses permit me to clean up, and calm my friend?”

There was silence, before the ankle socks simply walked off, disappearing somewhere in the locker room. Lexi smiled all the more, as she got up and staggered towards Ellie, who was hesitant to receive her. “Don’t worry. They aren’t going anywhere. They set foot out of the locker room, and their life is as good as forfeit, my mistresses would rather take those anklet’s sentience away, than risk them being seen...and they aren’t going to touch you either, for the same reasons.” A weak hand offered. “Come shower with me? I can explain.”

Ellie didn’t say anything, she was far to befuddled and terrified to, instead taking the hand of her crush, and allowed herself to be led to the small circular multi headed therapeutic shower. “Get undressed then…” Blue eyes looked to the shower, a soft sigh. “...this is gonna feel amazing.”