Imagine my sockieboy fear and trepidation every time I see a
new and unfamiliar pair of socks heading my way! Will they be kind to me? Or
cruel? Will their owner be satisfied with my feetkissing efforts, or will their
socks report me to the authorities for a WHIPPING?!
One thing’s for sure – I must show the utmost respect for
the stranger-customer and their socks!
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I am full of fear and trepidation as a stranger master-sir approaches my helpless face |
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his shoes and socks stop directly in front of me. Will they be kind? Or cruel? |
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'Kiss my foot, boy!' |
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'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. I admire your socks, sir.' |
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Always best to first attempt to ingratiate oneself with the customer's shoes and socks... |
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...before obeying the order to kiss feet! |
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Having said that, this master-sir's grey socks are genuinely worthy of my slavish admiration...the socks of a REAL man! |
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All too soon, the socks turn to leave |
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But I never have long to wait before the next pair of superior socks approaches me! |
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These are female socks! |
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Once again, I feel fear and trepidation in my footslave stomach... |
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...for I shall now be at the mercy of these female shoes and socks! |
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Again the order comes from on high - this time in a female voice: 'Kiss my foot, slave!' |
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Once again, I obey. And, once again, I am rewarded with a slither of fantastic sock to view! |
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White sock this time - the sock of a woman! |
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What I can't see, of course, is the look of utter contempt towards me on the sock-wearer's face! |
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How she despises me - both because I must kiss her feet, and because I am a silly sock-admirer! |
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She regards me as utterly pathetic... |
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...which I am! |
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A pathetic, sock-admiring, sneaker-kissing simpleton - full of fear! |