Slithery Juices

Sometimes just a slither of sock is enough to get the pathetic sockieboy slave’s juices going! 

A pretty customer-mistress is wearing purple bootsocks inside her blocky-heeled, zip up ankleboots

Sockieboy is in seventh heaven!

The only thing he likes more than a fully exposed sock on a customer's foot, is a tiny slither of visible sock!

That's because his sock-silly imagination can rub riot inside his humble head...

...imagining what the stitching must be like around the toe and heel areas of the sock!

To be fair, there is much for the sockieboy to admire about the purple, feminine bootsock - and to speculate on!

For example, how long might these socks have been inside these boots?

Did the customer slip them onto her feet first thing this morning? (It's now late afternoon)

Oh if only the pathetic sockieboy slave could undo the zipper on the side of that boot! All his impertinent questions would be answered!

Meanwhile the beautiful wearer of the boots and socks is blissfully unaware of the public humble-head's slavish obsession with her socks below her!

She talks...and smokes...and talks again...

..whilst sockieboy slave kisses boot!

He means nothing to this bright young woman. He barely even registers on her superior female consciousness!

Silently, she turns to walk away from him...

...still preoccupied with her phone...

...and still unwittingly affording the pathetic sockieboy slave with a glimpse of purple sock!

He can even see a slither of her bare legflesh above the sock!

However, being a sockieboy he has no interest in the customer's bare legs - only her socks!

Haha, he truly is pathetic like that!

And so there remains in this scene the slave's face, and the customer's sock. And the most important of these - is the SOCK!


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