Sometimes the public sockieboy slave must make do with
viewing only the very tops of his customers’ socks as he kiss-respects their
boots. He can only imagine what their socks are like inside their boots!
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Keeping my humble head suitably bowed in the presence of an approaching potential customer |
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She stops in front of me, taking a moment to despise me |
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'You kiss my boot and admire my sock, slave! |
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'Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress madam.' |
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She seems unimpressed at my feeble attempts at sycophantic flattery! |
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I focus my lips, and my mind, on her boot... |
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...whilst looking up, literally, towards the top of her SOCK! |
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I can only imagine what the SOCK looks like inside the BOOT... |
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...but atop the BOOT I can see all the SOCK'S glory - the thick-ribbed STITCHING; the ELASTICATED top |
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When she switches FEET in front of my face, I do the same with her other BOOT and SOCK |
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These are the BOOTS and SOCKS of my better - and their pretty wearer knows it! |
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'VERBALLY PRAISE SOCK, STUPID SLAVE!' |
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'Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress... |
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...Oh mistress's sock. Truly this slave admires your great beauty, sock, ... |
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...on the mistress's leg, oh sock, if you will forgive this slave's forwardness and impudence, mistress the sock?... |
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...Praise be unto you, oh sock. Sock of greatness! Sock of power!' |