A public sockieboy slave must be the slave of all
socks that come his way. His menial mind must admire them, whilst he kiss-respects
their accompanying shoes.
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| A young man marches magnificently towards the pathetic, public sockieboy slave |
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| He stops in front of him |
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| 'Kiss my feet, boy!' |
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| 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' |
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| once again, the sockieboy slave is confronted by sock as he kisses shoe... |
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| ...this time the black and white striped sock of a master-sir! |
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| The slave holds the male customer's sock in the same high regard that he does his female customers' socks |
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| ALL socks are his masters! |
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| Once again, by Law, he is forbidden to think of his customer-master above the sock |
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| The wearer of the socks, quite rightly, looks down upon the slave at his feet with contempt! |
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| He switches feet in front of the sockieboy's face several times... |
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| ...just to emphasise his free-male power and authority over the slave-male! The sockslave male! |
