Valentine's Day Visit

A smiling Ms Mukta approaches me on a cold and dark evening in February.

‘Hi sockieboy! It’s Valentine’s Day! Would you like my female company for a few minutes? Look – I’ve even worn my Valentine’s Day sockies for you!’

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. You are very kind, Ms Mukta madam. Yes please, Ms Mukta madam. God bless you, mistress!’

She chuckles:

‘I can’t stay long. My hubby is taking me out for a romantic meal…’

She positions her foot onto the concrete footblock beneath my permanently immured face:

‘…Kiss my feet 100 times and be quick about it! Let me know when you’ve got to 50 so that I can switch feet!’

‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Thanking you kindly, Ms Mukta madam.’

Such a kind and considerate customer-mistress! Even wearing her Valentine’s socks just for me (though I know, of course, she doesn’t have any feelings of affection towards me – I’m just a slave!)

A jaunty and happy Ms Mukta walks towards me through the cold night air

'Hi sockieboy! It’s Valentine’s Day! Would you like my female company for a few minutes?'

'Kiss my feet 100 times and be quick about it!'

It's a friendly gesture on the part of kind-hearted customer Ms Mukta madam. But she's not my friend!

She's my esteemed customer-mistress, fully deserving of my slavish respect and adoration!

I study her 'Valentine's Day' socks

Lots of little pink lovehearts - directed at her magnificent and manly husband, no doubt!

Her husband, whom she is due to meet up with soon for a romantic meal

So she has already told me I must be quick!

I kiss her right sneaker 50 times...

...whilst ensuring I don't take my eyes off her Valentine's Day treat SOCKS! 

She says she has worn them just for me!

But we both know the SOCKS have no meaning towards me...

...other than the fact that I am a 'sockieboy slave' - obsessed with my customers' SOCKS!

As soon as I have kissed her feet 100 times (50 times each), Ms Mukta silently turns and walks away from me...

...off towards the romantic, loving company of her husband...

...and a well deserved slap-up meal!

I am, sadly, left looking at the backs of her loveheart socks

This is the only romance I ever get - SOCKS!

SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!...

All is SOCKS...

...and SOCKS are ALL!

Ms Mukta's SOCKS!

Her SOCKS!

I am the slave of her SOCKS!

Literally ENTHRALLED by them!

Her socks walk away towards her husband, leaving me to languish alone in the darkness behind them. And rightly so, for I'm just the garbage at customer-mistress Ms Mukta's feet!

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