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!

Nonchalantly using me as if I were her personal sockieboy slave

Needless to say, the Law states that I must play along, and be pleasing to my customer-mistress

Just a plain, grey sock...

...but these are socks that must be respected and admired...

...being the socks of a superior customer

I ponder my abject lowliness as I sniff the musty material of the customer's dirt-stained sheepskin boot

I'm just a weed down amongst the other weeds!

No wonder the superb customer-mistress looks down upon me...

...before turning her back on me

I'm just the sockieboy garbage at her feet...

...living in awe of her socks...

...and wishing I could indeed become her personal sockieboy slave!

 

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