Nice Sockies! Yum! Yum!


 It’s approaching midnight when Ms Mukta visits me in my dirty, deserted alcove.

She begins by teasing me about her SOCKS:

‘Yay, sockieboy! How’s it hangin’? Look at my nice sockies! Yum! Yum! Nice blue and white sockies for the sock slavey to look at!’

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. Greetings, Ms Mukta madam. This slave is all the better for seeing you and your socks, miss, begging your pardon miss?’

She laughs at me:

‘Kiss my feet, sockieboy, and study my sockies, like a good little sockieboy-slave!’

‘Yes, mistress.’

She kindly stretches forth her right, sneakered foot on the ground in front of my face, so that I can kiss it – not on the SOCK, unfortunately, but on the SHOE. Still, it means my eyes are close to her blue and white ANKLESOCK, close enough to observe all the individual stitches!

As I kiss-respect her outstretched sneaker-toe, she teases me some more:

‘Haha. Would you like me to bring a pair of Simon’s used sockies with me next time? For you to kiss and smell? Haha, he’s got a fungal nail infection in one of his big toes, so you might be able to taste the bacteria from that on his sock, if we turn it inside out? What do you think, slavey?’

‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam, that would be wonderful, most glorious and kind Ms Mukta madam. It would be a real honour for me to kiss and sniff your husband’s used socks, miss, and to taste the bacteria on them, miss, since master Simon sir is like a god to me, being your esteemed husband miss?

‘Haha, I’ll see what I can do then, sockieboy. Now kiss my other foot!’

She switches feet in front of my face.

‘Yes, miss.’

I study her left sock, making a mental note of any tiny differences from the previous right sock, including any creases etc. I’m pathetic like that!

‘Yay, sockieboy! How’s it hangin’? Look at my nice sockies! Yum! Yum!'

My humbling view of Ms Mukta's teasing, blue and white 'sockies'!

Note how I can only really see the BLUE UPPERS of her SOCKS from this lowly angle!

But I know the main body of each SOCK is WHITE! 

Oh how HUMBLING! Oh how HUMILIATING!

Ms Mukta finds my obsession with her SOCKS amusing. She is forever teasing me with her SOCKS!

‘Kiss my feet, sockieboy, and study my sockies!'

‘Yes, mistress.’

Now that the sock is angled somewhat I can just make out the WHITE part

What a privilege! What an honour! To be able to STUDY Ms Mukta's SOCKS whilst kissing her feet!

The SOCK of a GODDESS - whilst she is wearing it on her ANKLE!

Her SOCKS!

Ms Mukta, meanwhile, continues to tease me, offering to bring along her husband's dirty SOCKS next time!

The mere thought of that thrills me to the core! I'm pathetic like that

Ms Mukta continues to switch feet several times in front of my face...

...before gigglingly turning to leave me...

...her pretty face no doubt a picture of SMUG TRIUMPH...

...as she has yet again HUMBLED and HUMILIATED me at her FEET!

I can't take my eyes off her SOCKS as she leaves

It's the Law!


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