What I Love

What I love about regular customer Ms Mukta madam is that, day or night, she always takes the time to discuss with me her SOCKS (or her ‘SOCKIES’ as she calls them) – even if she is just wearing her plain, dark grey SOCKS. She is happy to discuss the STITCHING in her SOCKS; the CREASES; any SNAGS in the cotton SOCK MATERIAL etc. I therefore feel I can really get to know her SOCKS, which, for a PATHETIC SOCKIEBOY SLAVE like me, is the be-all and end-all of my existence!

Studying Ms Mukta's plain, grey SOCKS whilst kiss-respecting her SNEAKERS

Unlike many of my customers, Ms Mukta is only too happy to indulge my unseemly inquisitiveness about her SOCKS!

She happily answers all my impertient questions about them

Of course, it's difficult to verbally enquire after her SOCKS with a mouth full of SNEAKER MUD!

But I can study her SOCKS with my eyes also!

SOCKS! SOCKS! SOCKS! SOCKS! SOCKS!... Ms Mukta's SOCKS!

Her SOCKS!

God bless her SOCKS!

I dare not even think of Ms Mukta, or any of my customers for that matter, above their SOCKS!

I'm just a SOCKIEBOY FOOTSLAVE - the lowest of the low!

Of course, I realise it amuses Ms Mukta to witness my slavish obsession with her SOCKS...

...just a plain and ordinary pair of plain, grey ANKLESOCKS!

But my SOCKSLAVISH OBSESSIVENESS leaves her feeling SUPERIOR

She knows that even her SOCKS have POWER over me!

For my pathetic, humble part, I follow the backs of her SOCKS with my lowly eyes as she walks away

I study the CREASES in the backs of her SOCKS coming and going in tandem with her foot movements

Her SOCKS! Oh, Ms Mukta's SOCKS!

SOCKS!


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