His Ankle-Level Best

A public humble-head slave can never be humble enough when it comes to kiss-respecting his customer masters and mistresses boots or shoes. They expect, and are entitled to receive, his utmost slavish devotion. He always does his pathetic, ankle-level best to deliver!

The humble-head slave lives his lowly life at ankle-level...

...doing his best to please his betters...

...by humbly kiss-respecting their boots or shoes...

...whilst studying and admiring their socks

The slave recognises that his customers are all his betters 

He looks up to their socks...

Socks of greatness; socks of power

The humble-head slave recognises that each individual stitch in his customers' socks is worth more than him

And that includes his customer-masters' socks!

All socks, be they male or female, are his betters - being his betters' socks

This particular customer-master sir is focussing on the contents of his phone as he awaits the slave's servitude

But, for now, the pathetic humble-head must concentrate on repeatedly kiss-respecting the customer-mistress's boots...

...beneath her cartoon print yellow socks


                                            What a haughty and superb young woman she is!

As soon as she moves off, the patient master-sir steps up to the slave's face

Now it is grey manly sock that the slave must study and admire

No more exotic yellow sock for him!

But he still shows the same slavish respect for the man sock as he had done for the woman sock

His customers' socks are the humble highlights of his day - whatever their colour or texture!

Without his customers' socks, his lowly life would be all-but meaningless

He's basically just a sock slave!

A slavish admirer of other people's socks

A 'sockieboy'!

 

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