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!
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| Studying Ms Mukta's plain, grey SOCKS whilst kiss-respecting her SNEAKERS |
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| Unlike many of my customers, Ms Mukta is only too happy to indulge my unseemly inquisitiveness about her SOCKS! |
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| She happily answers all my impertient questions about them |
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| Of course, it's difficult to verbally enquire after her SOCKS with a mouth full of SNEAKER MUD! |
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| But I can study her SOCKS with my eyes also! |
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| SOCKS! SOCKS! SOCKS! SOCKS! SOCKS!... Ms Mukta's SOCKS! |
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| Her SOCKS! |
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| God bless her SOCKS! |
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| I dare not even think of Ms Mukta, or any of my customers for that matter, above their SOCKS! |
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| I'm just a SOCKIEBOY FOOTSLAVE - the lowest of the low! |
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| Of course, I realise it amuses Ms Mukta to witness my slavish obsession with her SOCKS... |
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| ...just a plain and ordinary pair of plain, grey ANKLESOCKS! |
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| But my SOCKSLAVISH OBSESSIVENESS leaves her feeling SUPERIOR |
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| She knows that even her SOCKS have POWER over me! |
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| For my pathetic, humble part, I follow the backs of her SOCKS with my lowly eyes as she walks away |
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| I study the CREASES in the backs of her SOCKS coming and going in tandem with her foot movements |
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| Her SOCKS! Oh, Ms Mukta's SOCKS! |
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| SOCKS! |