Regular visitors to my face - Ms Mukta madam and her
esteemed husband master Simon sir – laugh at me on their approach. It never
ceases to amuse them that I am always there, always on duty, always
ready to kiss-respect their feet or lickshine their dirty shoes or boots. They
are also in the habit of nicknaming me ‘sockieboy’, since I am so in awe of
their socks!
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| 'Look honey, he's still there! Haha!' |
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| 'Let's humble him again!' |
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| 'Yo sockieboy, how's it hangin'? You lookin' forward to seeing my socks all close-up, and that? Haha!' |
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| 'Kiss my foot, sockieboy!' |
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| 'And the other one!' |
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| 'Haha, I think he likes it, Mukta honey, being so close up and personal with your boots and socks!' |
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| 'Is that right, pathetic sockieboy? Are you all excited by the sight of my brown socks inside my boots?' |
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| 'Haha, what a loser! We should visit him again soon - give him another cheap thrill with our socks!' |
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| I humbly and reverentially observe the shoes and socks of the happy, dominant couple as they walk away from me. Oh to be a fly on their socks! |
