Creased Sock

The superb customer-mistress berates and belittles me for my love of socks:

‘What a pathetic excuse for a slave you are! Having to study and admire your betters’ socks while you kiss their feet! Would you like to study my socks, slave?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, yes please pretty mistress-madam, if it would be pleasing to you miss?’

‘Very well then, sockieboy. Kiss my feet and study my socks!’

I kiss the kind customer-mistress’s outstretched shoe-toe, and visually admire her pink, creased sock. 

‘What a pathetic excuse for a slave you are! Having to study and admire your betters’ socks!...

...Kiss my feet and study my socks!’

I admiringly study the belligerent customer-mistress's creased, pink socks

The creases are particularly to be studied and admired...

...being the pink sock-creases of a beautiful woman!

Oh to be the permanent, full-time slave of those socks...

...smoothing out the creases with my nose!

Shoes...socks...creases!...

...I kiss-worship the shoes containing the socks!

Meanwhile, the wearer of the shoes and socks, quite rightly, looks down upon me with disdain!

To her, I'm just a pathetic admirer of my betters' shoes and socks...

...including hers!


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