“It has been quite an interesting day.” That soft, familiar tone of those red striped knee highs filled Lexi’s mind, watching as the living pair of socks paced about in the middle of the room. To be fair, her blue eyes were not entirely focused on them, but rather the thick brown leather tome that was sprawled upon before them. The blonde was becoming more and more convinced that this is just how the world works. One good thing happens, and the world decides to tip the balances again by making a handful of shit go south to compensate. “For all of us, don’t you agree?”

Lexi only nodded softly.

“Really, Doll. It’s just as much our fault as it is yours. We aren’t so proud as to not admit it.” The knee highs stopped right in front of the book again, the toes turning around to ‘look’ at Lexi as she sat upon her bed. It was a small wonder that her mistresses allowed her to remain dressed, complete in the attire she wore to school, save for her tennis shoes, and those ankle socks. In truth, those anklets had left her feet and immediately walked out of the room. “Seems there are some limitations to the extent of our power after all. Otherwise, your darling anklets would have stepped so far out of line.”

“The spell I used, Mistresses?” Lexi smirked a bit.

“So our Doll isn’t as dumb as she acts?” Those red striped socks took a single step towards Lexi, the tops pulling themselves up just a bit more, as if stretching themselves out, attempting to go past the knee their brand is so aptly named for, to attempt to become taller, have more presence. “Yes. The spell you used. Of course you read it before casting it, didn’t you? It’s what planted the idea to give us sentience in the first place. A spell of Awakening...to give sentience to an object. The spell itself doesn’t bind anyone to anything, merely gives it life. It was designed to give you the power to animate and give sentience to specific objects...your choice? Socks..by extension, clothing. Still, you didn’t wish to enslave them...just...awaken them.”

Lexi smiled at that summary, nodding her head softly before adding in. “Unfortunate, isn’t it? For you at least. I fucked up the spell, but sadly, it was the wrong spell. You are awoken, but the spell gave you the power of awakening other socks, not me. However, much to your sadness, I never intended to make you obey me...just attempt to befriend you. So, as a result, when the spell backfired, you didn’t get your Doll complete with a leash.”

“Do we need one?” The socks took a few more steps towards Lexi now, the blonde focusing her attention on them now. Unable to deny how adorable they looked even when under their heel like this. Lexi marvelled at the notion that even at this angle, she could see down into the socks, see the utter emptiness inside, and yet they were still walking around. Not as an invisible person wearing socks...but better. “We have you now. You aren’t going anywhere, magical binding or not.”

“That isn’t really the crux of the issue though, is it?”

“Isn’t it, Doll?”

“You have the powers the spell was supposed to bestow upon me.” The Doll smirked. “The power to awaken other socks..but not enslave them to your will. You can animate clothing, sure...move them around like puppets to your cause, and that does help achieve what you want, doesn’t it? But...look at my anklets...look how badly they stepped out of line? There is no magical binding to what you awaken. You can share senses with them, you can command them, you can even instill fear in them...but servitude isn’t guaranteed, is it?”

“Do you think all the socks here will step out of line, Doll?” A soft giggle from her mistresses. “We seem to recall your mother’s slouch socks behaving rather well.”

“Because they got what they wanted.” A shrug. “Me. Give them an opportunity and they will just as li-”

“They try to undermine us - their creator - and they will soon find themselves inanimate and lifeless again, without consideration for such to be returned. Doll.” The gentle voice turned into frustrated anger, the voice sounding as though it was speaking through gritted teeth. The red striped knee highs were angry once again, tired of Their Doll continuing to argue with them, without simply...falling into line. Lexi merely smiled inwardly at this. If anything, this was proof of the living socks’ in ability to take control. Without the spell just...giving forced servitude, they had to work to build it up and maintain it, and they were failing miserably at this, already showing weak willed control over another pair of socks.

“It doesn’t matter though, that’s what this book is for, isn’t it?” That was the true problem now, that book. It was hard to believe it, but it seemed as though the living socks was trying to learn how to use it. Trying to learn how to cast more spells. “Come here, Doll.”

Lexi gasped softly, as she felt her body get tugged by the clothing she was wearing, those ripped blue jeans forcing her to stand up and walk towards the book the socks stood next to. Instinct wanted to grow tense and prevent this, but rules were made, and Lexi would break an already tenuous situation if she broke them already. Coordinating her steps with that of her clothes, Lexi found herself sitting down upon the floor, next to the book at her mistresses, their toes already flipping through a few pages until finally landing upon one that had a simple spell at the top. “Read it, Doll.” The toes of the left sock tapping at the small paragraph.

“Are...are you serious?” Lexi dared to ask, looking to her poly-cotton owners. “I tried to cast a spell once already, and am in this situation. How can you even hope that doing in will work in either of our favor?”

Lexi gasped, as she felt a sharp shove at her shoulder blades, the shirt itself pressing up against her to push her down further towards those perfectly clean knee highs, inches away from their tops, next to the highest of those three red stripes. “Did we stutter, Doll? Read it.”

“Mistress, please. I don’t think thi-” A gasp that turned into a soft squeal, feeling her own panties push up against her lips firmly, causing Lexi go blush deep in response and start to pant rather heavily. “We aren’t going to tell you again, Doll. Read the spell out loud.”

Lexi had only a few moments to obtain her senses again, looking down to the spell pointed to in the book and biting her lower lip. Her mind frantically looked for ways to delay, and failing that, looked for signs to tell what it was she was about to read. The spell of awakening she used had a brief synopsis in english as to what the spell did. It is how she knew what to cast, even if it was cast incorrectly, but it was not in the same paragraph. It was somewhere else. Frantically, The Doll tried to remember, and then it hit her. Suddenly, she calmed.

“Alright, alright! Give me a second to prepare?” The socks stepped back off the page, allowing Lexi to see the rest of the page, and finding the english paragraph paraphrasing the spell, written upside down and backwards. It all came flooding back now, and Lexi quickly set to work trying to read the book without flipping it around. A few seconds of speed reading allowing the blonde to determine that this spell was a simple cantrip. Successfully cast, it would allow you to affect some minor object to perform a single, brief action.

Confident she wasn’t casting a spell of domination, or enslaving, The Doll set to work skimming over the arcane words. After a few glances, she started to slowly recite the set of words, being sure to pass over them once, before stopping, and looking to the socks.

“Now point to your light switch, and say ‘on.’” To which Lexi did, and to her surprise, the switch slowly flipped itself from the off to the on position, filling the room with a soft electronic light.

“You aren’t some useless slut after all…” The red striped knee highs mused softly, walking away from Lexi and the book. “With a bit of practice, you’ll cast the spell for us. Kind of adds a bit of humility to the situation, doesn’t it? Casting a spell that will ensure that not only you, but what we give sentience to, obeys us.”

“Wouldn’t it be sweeter if you won it without cheating?” Lexi smirked a bit.

“Oh come now, Doll.” A soft sigh sounding in her mind, as the socks turned around. “You still pretending like you don’t want this? Don’t you remember when we first shuddered with the life you gave us? How you practically melted under our embrace? Clearly, you desire this as well.”

“Same desires, different methods, I suppose.” The Doll shrugged, sprawling herself down on the floor to lie on her belly, her elbows coming up to rest under the chin, looking at those tall knee highs like a teen might at a poster of their favorite boy band. A heavy sigh, how amazing this would have been were things done differently.

“You know as well as we do that this will be perfect.” Lexi watched as those knee highs walked slowly back towards here again, watched as those leggings fell down the leg-that-wasn’t-there, forming imperfect little folds and creases. She couldn’t lie to herself, it was doing things to her, slowing down her breathing, making it deeper, causing her to lick her lips a bit, as they continued to move towards her on their own. It literally was like a dream come true. “You know that you belong under our toes, Doll. That is why you gave us sentience, right? Why else would anyone pick socks? Their sister’s, even?”

“I...I thought…”

“...you could make your life easier.” Lexi blinked a bit. Did they not know? She had to stifle a giggle at the fact that they didn’t know! How could they? It’s not like her mistresses could read minds! Of course those red striped knee highs knew nothing about her Object Sexualism. To them? This was just some sort of fetishistic one shot fantasy, to be dispelled later and re-awoken when some chores needed to be done. It made The Doll wonder if this race to enslave her first was out of some sort of self-preservation, to make sure Lexi didn’t end the spell? It almost made the blonde feel like this was all a massive misunderstanding, a desire to tell those living socks the truth. 

“There is no worry, with us, your life will be easier. With us in control, you will never have to think again. Just open your holes…” By now, the toes of the left knee high were lifted up, pressing firmly into her lips, forcing a kiss out of her, one which - Lexi conceded - really didn’t take a whole lot of coaxing out. “...and get fucked like the useless piece of meat you are.”

That’s where the pity ended. This was their agenda all along, it wasn’t some arms race, nor was it a fear that if the knee highs didn’t dominate Lexi first, she would them. It was pure desire for control. Simply a matter of having the taste of being alive, and wanting to hold on to it forever. With their ability to animate clothing, as well as give sentience to other socks, the power was just too much. They wanted more..and with a bit of fine tuning, and a Doll to cast those spells for them...fine tuning is what they would get. Lexi realized more fully than ever before, that she was simply a tool for them, a means to an end.

The only time Lexi had fantasies of biting down upon the toes now pushing their way into her mouth, was within her most wildest dreams, a moment of wild hot, fanatical sex. A dream in which those socks in her mouth loved the notion of her pearly white incisors biting down on them, scratching across the poly-cotton fabric. The feel as they pulled slowly out of her mouth with the pressure, hearing their moans of pleasure as the felt the gentle biting pierce their fabric. Now however? All Lexi wanted to do was to bite down hard, and never let go, to somehow tear through the durable fabric, to unleash all her anger and pain out on her mistresses for being so cold, so uncaring.

But...she showed restraint…The Doll had to.

“Hmmm...you’ll always be our first Doll, though. Don’t you worry your pretty little head over that.” The knee highs purred softly, collapsing upon the carpet floor and proceeding to snake their way around her neck like the collar they felt she deserved. “Not even your sister, or your mother, will be able to take that position from you. The one that started it all. That kneeled before us first, and willingly at that.” A soft giggle, as the right sock continued to fill her mouth, pressing their toes up against that tongue, playing with it as it made its way deeper inside, unaware of how much unbridled pain and anger was inside The Doll they were starting to face fuck. “Sure, you resisted at first...but what good slave doesn’t? It shows willpower, a sense of hope...however misplaced it may be. It was cute...pointless...but cute.”

“You’ll be the one to help others into the fold.” That giggling again, feeling the poly-cotton tighten around her neck far more than she had enjoyed in her dreams, almost as if making a point to choke her for a bit, The Doll finding herself swallowing numerous times as if to help open the airway, an act which only further invited the right sock into her mouth, feeling it reach the back of her throat and tickle it with her toes...forcing her first gag reflex, her eyes wide with a bit of panic. “Our little ambassador of sorts. Preparing people for our presence. Should that fail, with our ability to create servants by waking other socks, we can just...take them by force. Ahh...no more constant communication as we did with your anklets, no more empty threats or commands to try to keep them in line...forced dominance. They will be ours, after all.”

“Oh, don’t worry love. Make no mistake, your petite little anklets? After we are done with them, they will stand before you, begging for you to forgive them.” Lexi’s panties were starting to play into the scene now, sending motions through the fabric to feel as though a tongue was tracing those lips, causing her to moan through the sock in her mouth, in between the gagging they triggered. “No one abuses our Doll...but us.”

Lexi fought back a single tear as her mistresses continued their monologue, playing out the future they saw was coming. The blonde could feel her pants unbutton, unzip, and start to slip down her legs with her underwear in tow and immediately understood what was going to take place next. For the first time since the night they were awoken, those knee highs were going to have their way with her...and that scared her. The entire moment here serving to remind the woman that the living socks harbored no love for her at all, and that she was merely a means to an end, a toy to use, a Doll to play with. Just as she was about to lose all hope again, she felt a subtle vibration in her pants, before they removed themselves from her body. The idea of obtaining a text, possibly from Ellie, sending a faint rush of hope over her body.

Though, even as the woman watched as a few more pairs started to stir to life, to come hold and restrain that nubile body for her mistresses to use, Lexi still had doubts. It had been only an hour, perhaps two, since Elli and Lexi spoke. Surely she didn’t have answers already? Could her friend really be that quick? Lexi tried desperately to keep her hopes in check, not wanting to finally obtain her phone, and simply see it was from her mother asking what she wanted for dinner, or some other frivolous text

“How deep do you think we can go, Doll?” Lexi shook her head a bit at the question, a gesture that was quickly quelled by the inhuman strength of those red striped white knee highs alone. A hand came up to try to pry them away, but was only stopped by another pair of completely white knee highs, pulling at the wrists to spread them very tightly to the sides, anchoring the left to her computer desk, and the right to her nearby dresser. She could only let out a cry in pain as she felt her limbs stretched beyond their limits. A point in which attempting to break free only brought about more pain, and relaxing only seemed to dull it somewhat. The tear in that eye was let free the moment the same was done to her legs. “Think there is a spell in there to let us push as deep as we want, without hurting you? We’d hate to break our first Doll.”

A pair of Lexi’s own thigh highs slipped out of the dirty clothes bin, stand up their full length and walk over to press their slightly dirty soles right on her stomach, standing on top of her, turning around so that the toes of the left sock could trace around those lips gently. Visions of the incredibly long socks pushing past the limits of which pleasure would become pain filling Lexi’s mind, and just as she was about to try to scream out, just as she was going to make one final attempt to break free, she was given a reason to have hope again.

“Lexi? Hun? Are you home?” The distant sound of her mother’s voice traveling up the stairs and into her room from the main floor, followed by a very disappointing sigh from her mistresses, the knee highs pulling out of her mouth, the fabric of the toes immediately drying up as good as new. A gentle whisper in her head, as the rest of the socks used to bind her up pulled away as well, making a mess upon the floor. “Ahh well...tonight then. When Mom isn’t around to bother us.”

The blonde only had time to stand up and gather her ripped blue jeans and underwear, managing to wipe the tear from her eye before three knocks came at her door, followed by a ‘Lexi?’, and then the sound of the door itself opening up.

“Mom! I’m not dressed!”

The door immediately shut again. “Alright! I’m sorry. I called you from downstairs, didn’t you hear me?”

“I just got out of the shower.” Lexi putting up a little white lie, quickly putting on her underwear and jeans again, fumbling inside one of the pockets to frantically pull out her phone. A brief look at it causing her to smile wide upon seeing the text symbol at the top. Unlocking her phone and swiping once showed that it was indeed from Ellie, though the message was too long to read in the little caption. Even still, just seeing it was enough. “I thought I’d be dressed quick enough to greet you down stairs. You’re too damn fast. Alright. I’m good now.”

The door opened again, and Lexi’s mom looked in, immediately knowing four pairs of socks lying upon the ground, and giving a soft shake of her head. “Still a mess as always, hmm? Could you at least clean up after yourself? I’d like to think I raised you better.”

“You did.” Lexi smirked, picking up all four pairs, including her mistress, and happily tossing them back into the dirty clothes bin with a bit more force than was needed. Their Doll? Yes. But not enslaved, not without a fight. “See? Spotless.” A gesture to showcase the rather clean room now. “Just how mother would want it. Now...if you want to see who didn’t take in all your sage advice…” A smirk, bare feet walking past her mom and out into the hallway.

“I know, I know. Your sister is quite the slob.” Mother conceded before Lexi could even get to her sister’s room. “She is young still, maybe she’s just a late bloomer?”

“She’s eighteen, mom. Two years younger than me.” A roll of her own eyes, walking back to plant a kiss on her mother’s cheek. “If she doesn’t get it now, we’re screwed.” A scrunch of her nose, and a small giggle, before heading downstairs, looking at her phone to read that text more fully. “So...what’s for dinner?”