Enormous Privilege (iii)

It’s dinner time and once again I, Ms Mukta's sockieboy slave, have the enormous privilege of feasting (my eyes) on my mistress’s socks – this time beneath the restaurant table – whilst simultaneously having respectful regard for her esteemed friend Ms Tiara’s socks.

I kneel dutifully beneath the restaurant table and, with no regard for my empty stomach, feast my eyes on my mistress's socktops

It is my duty as a slave to care more about my mistress's socks than my own hungry stomach

It is more important that her socks should be straight and neat inside her sneakers...

...for her socks are more important than me

I therefore study, with humility and awe, the elasticated tops of my mistress Mukta's short, white sneaker socks

I humbly compare and contrast the different patterns in the stitching of the socks...

...and ponder what it would be like to be a stitch in her socks!

I'm pathetic like that!

Of course, I remain acutely aware of her friend Ms Tiara's socked ankles on the opposite side of the table...

...occasionally glancing over at the, as the Law requires me to do, out of slavish respect for them

I haven't really seen Ms Taiara's face but, based on her sneakers and socks, I would surmise that she must be a very pretty girl!

Her sneakers and socks are awesome (like my own mistress's sneakers and socks!)

The two young women chat to one another over their meal high above me - oblivious to my devoted sock staring

To them, I'm just a 'thing' that serves their socks!

My job is to study and admire their socks on their ankles

So why would they pay any particular attention to me - the lowly sockservant at their feet?

They have much more important things to think and talk about!

Only I live in a world of SOCKS!


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