A half awake, groggy mind awoke to the feel of a constant soothing massage upon her back. Something of a silky texture seeming to work a miracle upon her smooth toned skin, causing her to inhale deeply, then let the breath out slowly through her nose with a the small crease of a smile.
Lexi wasn't fully awake yet, at that moment within the ends of slumber in which the mind is aware, but still left to its own whimsical devices - a place where dreams were blending dangerously close to reality. It was because of this lucid state that the nineteen year old truly did believe she was dreaming. It was not possible for the silky smooth texture of her bedsheets to massage her back on their own accord.
But then, as Lexi's mind became more and more wakeful, as she was reminded of the incredible night before and the events that occurred within, she soon discovered that she was not dreaming at all, this strangely wonderful feeling was a reality. 'It shouldn't be.' Lexi's logic protested, struggling to believe the unbelievable, even after she had experienced it. 'Magic isn't real, Lexi. You let your weird fetish, and some booze get the best of you, obviously.' It was the best answer to reason away the blissful events that occurred the night prior.
Still, the adoring massage happened, and the longer it took place, the logical mind continued to attempt to refute it, each and every explanation being lost due to the fact that there was no denying what was being felt. It became clear then, that all this - the animation of her sister's red stripped white knee highs, the mishap of the casting, and the subsequent night...the only way to refute it now was to open her eyes, and look. She was prepared to do just that, to prove to herself that magic wasn't real...but she couldn't...Lexi was afraid.
'What the hell have you gotten yourself in to, Lexi?' Her logic giving in to refuting the reality, and simply addressing the situation. 'A slave to your sister's socks? To all socks? Jesus Christ, were you even thinking? Of course not...you were too busy getting fucked by a dream come true...god damn...'
At least those socks couldn't read minds, of this Lexi was sure. If they could, the little internal conversation she was having with herself would have been heard, they would have intervened in some way. Better still, this meant that at least for a little while longer, she could pretend she was still asleep. 'A ruse that won't last forever, Lexi, and you know it.' the teen told herself once again, trying the ignore the subtle sounds of empty footsteps moving in her room.
'The book.' It was hard not to let her excitement at the thought get the best of her, to allow those socks - and god knows what else they animated - to know that their pet was, in fact, awake, trying to avoid them for just a little bit longer. 'That's the only answer to all this shit, isn't it? Got to get that book and wrest back control...
...no..not wrest it back, make them inanimate again.
...but...I don't want to.'
That thought sent a nervous chill up Lexi's spine, thrusting the teen in to a dizzying wave of confusion, and perhaps a bit of fear. 'Don't want to?' she asked herself again, as if she was having a conversation with another part of her, completely scared of asking the question, yet completely aware of the answer that was going to be given. 'I don't want to...'
Perhaps it won't be that bad, right? Sure, Lexi said she gave herself to all socks, but it was in the throws of pleasure, right? The socks couldn't possibly take such hasty words seriously, hanging on every syllable, right? Even if they did, what is the worst that could happen? Lexi would live life as she always had: 3.67 GPA college student working on her Computer Programming and Math Majors. Wealthy, confident, smart, and a aloof. Just...behind closed doors, she would give herself to the most unusual of Mistresses: Her sister's socks. No one would ever know...or even believe. 'It can't possibly be that bad.' Lexi convinced herself. 'We'll have a talk about it later, even.'
Lexi allowed that smile to grow wider, confident of accepting her position in this relationship and thus giving to her onlookers the first signs of her waking up. Just like she always did, there was a long stretch, arms over her head, mouth open in a yawn, and then eyes slowly gazing out to the ceiling above her.
"We thought you'd never wake up, love" Still not entirely used to the notion of a disembodied, telepathic mind, the teen jumped a bit, her eyes becoming wider with the start, before bringing her arms back down in front of her chest, and looked about. The voice was different, it wasn't the likeness of her sister's, but it wasn't completely off either.
"You wore me out, what can I say?" Turning her head to look out in the room, only to be greeted immediately by the perfect white color of the poly-cotton knee high socks. On these, however, were the occasional star printed in various spots on the fabric..the ones that put themselves on her feet last night. "And you? Did you have a nice...?"
"We don't need to sleep, Lexi. Why would you even think we do? We are socks." They had a tone about them that fit their look, even...preppy, sarcastic, the center of attention. "It's a damn shame you do, to be honest. Wonder if Tasha has found something in that book to make you sleepless."
"Tasha?" Lexi had to ask, but she had a feeling she knew the answer already.
"Yea. Tasha. Your mistress? The ones who animated us?" The star speckled socks slide their way over towards the teenager's naked chest, the toeline flicking a bit to rub over one of the exposed nipples. "Hope to god you aren't always this clueless.."
"I'm sorry," A snide tone in her own voice as Lexi watched the socks move closer to her body, her skin forming goosebumps over the interaction, but her mind unwilling to let them know of the feeling of bliss "I was unaware they adopted a name. I only animated them a short time ago, and unless I'm missing something, socks don't often come with a name."
A soft giggle was heard, the toes looking back up at Lexi before continuing. "We don't, obviously. No need, never was a need. But us being able to move around and all...you know...being alive...changes things. Tasha thinks names of the socks animate will allow you to better interact with them."
"And your name?"
"We haven't decided. Not sure if we need one. The only way we want to interact with you is with one of your holes." That is when the knee highs squirmed away from that nipple, leaving the cold air to rush over it again before climbing up on to Lexi's side, reaching down to press the right toeline in to those dry lips. "Preferably this one, if we are honest...but Tasha likes it, too, and well...chain of command and all that bullshit."
A smile formed once again, the lips reacting to kiss those toes back lightly, an action that seemed to shock the animated clothing a bit, as they seemed to pull away for a moment, before simply letting it take place. "Hmm...well, we mere humans do have a saying. When the cat is a way..."
