Regular customer Ms Mukta madam has brought a new resident
to the area to my dirty alcove in order to introduce me to the newcomer’s shoes
and socks:
‘Yo sockieboy slave, kiss Ms Lucy’s feet, welcome her to
the neighbourhood, and praise and bless her socks!’
‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam… Oh pray,
Ms Lucy madam, welcome to the neighbourhood, miss. Miss, I hope and pray that
you will be a regular visitor to my humble sockieboy face, miss, for your socks
are fantastic, miss. God bless your socks, Ms Lucy madam, and praise be unto
them, for you are a goddess, miss!’
It's not false praise or yearning on my humble part, for Ms
Lucy’s white socks are indeed fantastic, even though only tiny slivers of her
short socks on her ankles are currently visible beneath her blue denim jean
legs. I do indeed hope that she becomes a regular visitor to my face, so that I
can see more of her socks and get to know them better!
For her superior part, Ms Lucy madam seems delighted with my
slavishly obsequious actions and words towards her, and laughs at me.
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Kissing the newcomer's feet, and praising her socks, under the watchful eye of Ms Mukta madam |
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Ms Lucy's SOCKS are indeed worthy of my slavish praise! |
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They hug her shapely ankles perfectly! |
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Sadly, only a sliver of her right SOCK is visible to me... |
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...and even less SOCK when she switches over to her left foot! |
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But, in many ways, less is more - when it comes to my customers' SOCKS! |
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I can only hope and pray that Ms Lucy madam becomes a regular visitor to my face |
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She, like her SOCKS, is fantastic! |
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A superb young woman... |
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...like her co-conspirator in my humiliation, Ms Mukta madam! |
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The two girls turn their backs on me and walk off, with Ms Lucy madam laughing at my slavish humility |
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My humbling view of the backs of my new tormentress's SNEAKERS and SOCKS! |