Ms Mukta is introducing her friend, Mary, to the local
sockieboy slave:
‘This is our local sockieboy slave, Mary. As you can see,
he’s a nothing and a nobody. All he does is kiss our feet and praise our socks!
Why don’t you give him a try for yourself?’
Ms Mary madam wastes no time in stepping up to the
sockieboy-slave’s face in order to have her shoes kissed and her socks praised!
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'All he does is kiss our feet and praise our socks! Why don’t you give him a try, Mary?’ |
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Ms Mary madam wastes no time in stepping up to my face... |
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...and I promptly begin to kiss her feet and praise her socks! |
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Her white socks are truly deserving of my slavish praise! |
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My humbling view of the Ms Mary's nearest sock... |
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...with Ms Mukta's familiar socks mocking me in the background! |
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Truly I am the slave of girls' socks! |
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Their socks are my lowly be-all and end-all! |
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SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... |
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Oh Ms Mary's SOCKS!... Oh Ms Mukta's SOCKS! |
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I'm just a nothing and a nobody, surrounded by my betters' SOCKS! |
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I must kiss their feet and praise their SOCKS! |
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'God bless your SOCKS, Ms Mary madam!' |
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The pretty wearer of the praised socks jokes about me to her friend, Ms Mukta... |
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...whilst I continue to languish down amongst the SOCKS... |
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...studying them, admiring them, and devoting my whole, lowly life to them; to SOCKS! |