Immediately after I have been visited by a young woman wearing a tracksuit
and crocs, regular customer Ms Mukta madam appears and asks me whose socks I prefer – my previous customer’s
black socks, or her own grey socks?
It’s a trick question of course, because the Law dictates
that I must respect and admire all my customers’ socks equally. However,
if I offend regular customer Ms Mukta madam by not affording her socks special
affection in my slave heart, she will likely be upset and have me severely
punished, since she regards me as almost being her personal ‘sockieboy slave’!
And besides, I really do admire Ms Mukta’s socks –
very much so!
I therefore respond to her tricky question in the only way a helpless and
frightened, public footslave slave possibly can:
‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta
madam, whilst the Law dictates that I must afford equal respect and admiration
for all my esteemed customers’ socks, madam, begging your female pardon
and forgiveness madam, nevertheless the mistress’s grey socks do indeed hold a
special place in my menial mind, being the socks of my most esteemed regular
customer, miss, that being your good self, Ms Mukta madam, please don’t report
me and have me beaten miss I fear the WHIP miss?’
Ms Mukta laughs at me, and merely shoves her familiar sneakered
and socked foot onto the dirty, wooden footblock beneath my face for the usual
respect-kissing!
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| A smart and bright young woman marches towards me |
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| She stops in front of me in order to look down upon me and despise me |
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| She then presents me with her left foot for respect-kissing |
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| Crocs and socks - always a fabulous combination on a customer-mistress (or master!) |
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| I kiss the crocs and stare at the socks - plain, black socks... |
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| ...but with creases! |
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| My otherwise nugatory nose can almost smell the socks through the holes in the crocs! |
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| Oh to be this young woman's sock! |
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| To accompany her foot, inside her croc sandal, wherever she goes! |
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| I'm just a sockieboy slave - and a 'crocieboy' slave! |
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| Her socks!... Her socks!... The customer-mistress's socks! |
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| SOCKS! |
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| A somewhat jealous, not to mention angry, Ms Mukta madam - one of my more regular customers - suddenly appears |
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| She asks me whose socks I like the best - before presenting me with her familiar sneakered and socked foot to kiss |
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| I now seek to curry favour with Ms Mukta's grey socks... |
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| ...praising them and expressing my lowly admiration for them... |
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| ...as being the best socks in my lowly life! |
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| I speak the humble truth - her socks are the best! |
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| I look up to Ms Mukta's socks |
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| Oh her socks!... Her socks!... Ms Mukta's SOCKS! |
