The Socks Fancier Forced to Explain Himself

‘Why do you fancy people’s socks, slave?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you, pretty mistress, this slave is just a queer liker of socks, if you would forgive him, pretty mistress madam?’

‘Kiss my sock, slave!’

‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress!’

Small wonder the incredulous, young black woman eventually walks away with a smug grin on her pretty face. She has just had her socks kissed by a lowly, head-in-the-wall footslave – whilst she is still wearing them on her feet!

As for the slave – he too should be pleased with himself, pathetic though that is, as he has just been permitted to kiss sock; to feel a living, breathing sock on his sock-starved lips. Ha! Ha! It must have been the highlight of his day. What a pathetic loser!

What do you think? Do you think his customers should be kind him - like this kind-hearted, young woman - and permit the socks-fancier to kiss their socks? Or should they instead tease him with their socks - permitting him to look, but not touch? Or should they even deny him the sight of their socks, by wearing boots? You decide!