Regular customer Ms Mukta madam exhorts me to properly
adjust her beloved husband’s SOCKS:
‘Haha, that’s right, sockieboy. Straighten Simon’s socks.
Make sure they’re all straight and even around his ankles!’
‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam… Sir,
oh master Simon sir, truly it is an honour for me to adjust your socks for you,
sir. I’m pathetic like that, master sir?’
Master Simon sir is a much better man than me and it is
indeed an honour, albeit a humiliating one, for me to touch his superior SOCKS
on his manly ankles!
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‘Haha, that’s right, sockieboy. Straighten Simon’s socks. Make sure they’re all straight and even around his ankles!’ |
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‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam.' |
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I should consider this a great honour - adjusting the SOCKS of a much better man than me! |
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I must be careful, of course, not to touch the master's skin above his SOCK |
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A public socks adjuster must NEVER touch his customers' bare flesh! |
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Similarly, I may not look at my manly customer above the SOCK! |
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Meanwhile, his lovely wife's SOCKS look on |
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Truly I am surrounded by the SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS! |
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For their haughty part, my customers, quite rightly, look down upon me... |
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...as master Simon sir deftly switches his SOCKED ANKLE beneath my humble head |
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I must now adjust his LEFT SOCK |
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'Haha, that's right, sockieboy slave. Straighten your master's sock so he doesn't have to!' |