Humble Homage To Her Socks

It’s raining, and regular customer Ms Mukta madam is having me pay humble homage to her plain grey socks whilst she is wearing them on her feet inside her sneakers. She insists that I eulogise them and submit to them, as is appropriate for a pathetic, public sockieboy slave:

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta’s grey socks, thanking you kindly for visiting me on such an inclement evening, Ms Mukta’s grey socks madams. Truly I am less than you, socks, for you are the socks of my mighty customer-mistress. You are, therefore, my masters, and I submit to your female power and authority over me, Ms Mukta’s grey socks. Please don’t have me beaten, mistresses the socks. I will be a good sockieboy slave to you, socks. Oh pray, socks! Oh pray!...’

And so it continues, for more than an hour, with Ms Mukta’s left, grey sock bearing down on top of my humble head inside its accompanying rain-dampened, dirty sneaker!

Paying humble homage to Ms Mukta's grey socks as she uses the top of my humble head as a sneakered-foot rest

I am subject to the POWER of her socks

Just an ordinary, everyday pair of dark, female socks...

...but made into my masters by virtue of them being on my customer-mistress's feet inside her sneakers!

I'm just a sock-oppressed slave...

...known colloquially as a 'sockieboy slave'!

My customers' socks are my life...

...especially regular customer Ms Mukta's socks!

They visit me in all weathers...

...and are therefore worthy of my sockslavish devotion and praise!

And FEAR!

I fear Ms Mukta's socks and what they might do to me...

...since they are in a position of absolute POWER over me!

'Mercy, socks! Oh pray, socks! Glory be unto you, socks!'

Ms Mukta's SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!...

I am subject to her SOCKS!

Her socks are my MASTERS!


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