Her Personal Public Sockieboy Slave
She treats the old street slave as her personal, public sockieboy. And rightly so, for she can treat him howsoever she wishes!
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Nonchalantly using me as if I were her personal sockieboy slave |
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Needless to say, the Law states that I must play along, and be pleasing to my customer-mistress |
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Just a plain, grey sock... |
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...but these are socks that must be respected and admired... |
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...being the socks of a superior customer |
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I ponder my abject lowliness as I sniff the musty material of the customer's dirt-stained sheepskin boot |
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I'm just a weed down amongst the other weeds! |
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No wonder the superb customer-mistress looks down upon me... |
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...before turning her back on me |
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I'm just the sockieboy garbage at her feet... |
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...living in awe of her socks... |
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...and wishing I could indeed become her personal sockieboy slave! |