Harsh Reality

Soon, after my night of dreaming about being Ms Mukta’s personal sockservant, and before the sun has even risen, I am brought back to the cold, harsh reality of my humdrum, public sockieboy-slave existence  – having to kiss-respect the feet of a mighty master-sir in front of his pretty girlfriend!

And I don’t even get to see the sir’s girlfriend’s socks!

'Yo, sockieboy slave! Wake up and kiss my feet! And make sure you study my socks while you're kissing my feet!'

'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir!'

I make sure to study the weave of the master-sir's socks as I humbly kiss his feet

My customers' sock weaves are my life!

Which makes it all the more galling that I am prevented from seeing sir's girlfriend's socks beneath her jeans!

Perhaps she despises me too much to show me her socks?

She regards me as unworthy to view her socks...

...or perhaps she just thinks that viewing her boyfriend's socks is reward enough for me?

Whatever, I am obliged to focus on his manly socks!

And they are, indeed, socks to be admired!

The socks of a real man. Of a masterful man. My customer-master!

 

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