That's My Humble Job
‘Straighten my socks, slave!’
‘Yes, mistress. At once, pretty mistress madam.
That’s my humble job, for I am a public socks adjuster. This
is all I do, day in and day out; 365 days a year – so that my superior
customers don’t have to lean down and pull up their own socks!
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I respectfully handle the pretty customer-mistress's right sock on her shapely ankle |
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I pull it up as best I can |
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Followed by her left sock |
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I can only hope and pray that the socks are now even at the tops... |
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...though I can see that some creases remain (I didn't say that I was any good at my humble job!) |
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My fate is very much in the hands of these socks! |
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I can literally feel their power over me! |
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My back is sore from being bent over all day long |
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But I must focus on the SOCK - not my PAIN! |
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The customer doesn't give a damn about my PAIN! |
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She inspects her socks after I have finished straightening them |
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All I can do is nervously await her socks' judgment! |
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Mercifully, it seems they are satisfied, as they silently turn their backs on me and walk away |
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I know they aren't perfect, and so does their wearer |
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But she is nothing if not a sweet and merciful customer-mistress! |
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Her socks will do! |
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For now, at least! |