This late-night customer mistress has some very specific requirements when it comes to my sockieboy admiration of her SOCK:
‘Kiss my foot close to the sock, slave, but don’t touch
the sock.’
‘Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress madam.’
‘And study the sock crease that is directly level with
your eyes.’
‘Yes, mistress.’
‘Silently count the number of visible stitches in the sock
crease.’
‘Yes, mistress. I obey you, mistress.’
It is not my humble place to question the pretty customer-mistress’s
very specific requirements. It is merely to obey!
‘Remember that you are worth less than my sock, slave!’
‘Yes, mistress. Indeed, pretty mistress. Indubitably,
pretty mistress madam.’
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| ‘Kiss my foot close to the sock, slave, but don’t touch the sock.’ |
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| ‘Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, mistress madam.’ |
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| ‘And study the sock crease that is directly level with your eyes.’ |
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| My eyeful of SOCK! |
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| I diligently obey the customer-mistress and focus intently on the SOCK CREASE closest to my eyes |
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| I obediently start to count the number of individual STITCHES in the relevant SOCK CREASE |
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| ‘Remember that you are worth less than my sock, slave!’ |
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| ‘Yes, mistress. Indeed, pretty mistress. Indubitably, pretty mistress madam.’ |
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| Her words could not be truer! |
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| I am worth less than her SOCK! |
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| For it is her SOCK, on her ANKLE... |
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| ...and she is a GODDESS! |
