It’s almost as if she is a cheerleader for the sockieboy
slave, as she makes him look at her socks whilst he is kiss-respecting her
sneakers!
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'Haha, what have we here?' |
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'A helpless sockieboy slave? Would you like to see my socks all close up and personal, sockieboy?' |
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'Then kiss my foot, slave!' |
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'And the other one!' |
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'That's right, sockieboy!' |
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'And don't forget to look at my nice, white sockies!' |
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I obey the teasing customer-mistress... |
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...and stare directly at her socks... |
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...whilst I am kissing her sneakers! |
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These are, after all, the socks of a goddess... |
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...and I have been ordered to look at them! |
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I must be pleasing to this young woman and her socks... |
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...or she can have me WHIPPED! |
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She leaves gigglingly |
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But no sooner has the pretty cheerleader mistress gone, than my equally pretty, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam walks up to my face |
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She orders me to explain myself. Why was I lusting after that other girl's socks? Aren't her own socks good enough for me? I desperately try to reassure Ms Mukta madam that there are no socks better than her socks! |
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She promptly orders me to kiss her foot... |
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...in between licking on her refreshing ice cream |
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She stops licking occasionally to glance down at me and ensure my sockieboy devotion to her socks |
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I keep my l,owly eyes glued to her socks... |
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...as I must slavishly appease them! |
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Ms Mukta's socks are shorter than the cheerleaders's, and are thus more difficult to eyeball! |
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But I do my sock-level best to focus on the white stitching in Ms. Mukta's glorious sneaker socks... |
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...as she deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my face... |
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...like a pro! |
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Oh the trials and tribulations of being a public sockieboy slave! |
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Always having to please the socks in front of you! |
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I fervently hope I have appeased Ms Mukta and her socks... |
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...though only time will tell whether she still accuses me of sock disloyalty... |
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...and has her husband come round and BEAT me! |
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My fate is in the hands of these socks! |
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Mercy, socks!... Oh pray have mercy on me, socks! |
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Oh socks, truly I am in your power and at your mercy! Oh pity pray, socks! M...mercy, Ms Mukta's socks! |