Sock Pledge

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam visits me on a cold and frosty evening at the start of the new year:

‘Yo, sockieboy! How’s it hangin’? You keeping warm in this snow and frost?’

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. Welcome to my humble head, Ms Mukta madam. This slave feels all the warmer for being in your esteemed presence, mistress madam, if you please, mistress madam?’

A jaunty, and perhaps somewhat squiffy,  Ms Mukta madam then positions her sneakered and socked foot onto the concrete footblock beneath my permanently confined face:

‘So I want you to totally dedicate yourself to my socks this coming year! You must pledge to only think about my socks during your downtime in between serving your customers. And whenever my socks are in your presence you must verbally praise and worship them as you kiss my feet. Comprendez?’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Indubitably, Ms Mukta madam. I will be a good and loyal public footservant to your socks throughout this coming year, and beyond, mistress, if it would be so pleasing to you mistress madam? Oh your socks, mistress! Your SOCKS! Praise be unto your socks, Ms Mukta madam – the socks of a goddess, miss!’

‘That’s good, sockieboy! But what about my hubby Simon’s socks? He is your master after all, isn’t he? We can’t have you neglecting his socks! You therefore have my special permission to think about his socks one day a week – and, of course, whenever you are serving him! Praise my husband’s socks, sock slavey!’

‘Yes, mistress Mukta madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress Mukta madam. God bless master Simon sir and his socks, madam. Please convey my heartfelt slavish regards to the master’s socks, madam – the socks of a real man, miss. I look forward to serving them, miss, at a time of master Simon sir’s convenience, madam, if it would be pleasing to master Simon sir and his socks, miss?’

‘Haha, I’ll let him know, slave. Now shut the f**k up and concentrate on my socks!’

I instantly obey customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam. I shut up, continue kissing her sneakered feet, and focus on her wonderful, short grey anklesocks!

Pledging my allegiance and troth to regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta's socks

Her socks now own me...

...since I must think about them all the time, even in their absence!

The only exceptions are to be when I am serving other customers...

...and one day a week I am to ponder exclusively her husband's socks...

...the socks of mighty master Simon sir!

But, for now, all my pathetic footslavish focus and attention is on Ms Mukta's socks...

...as I have pledged to do!

Just an unremarkable pair of ordinary, everyday, plain grey sneaker socks

Yet they are now at the very centre of my sockieboy universe!

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

I am the slave of her SOCKS!


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