Apologising To My Customer-Mistress's Husband Via Her Sock

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam taunts me and faux-sympathises with me as she uses my humble head as a footrest for her sneakered and socked foot!

She asks me how my day has been? And have I enjoyed kissing the feet of all my betters, one after the other? Or do I not feel shame at my lowliness, as her husband Simon (master Simon sir to me) thinks I should? Do I wish to apologise to master Simon for my abject lowliness? (even though he isn’t present, his wife kindly offers to pass on my craven words of apology to him!)

I decide to apologise to master Simon sir via his wife's LEFT SOCK, the one closest to my face, as befits a lowly sockieboy-slave such as myself, politely asking said SOCK to pass on my grovelling words of shame and apology to its wearer’s strong and mighty husband (and his SOCKS):

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if I may address my words directly to your superior SOCK in front of my face, madam? This slave truly feels shame, oh Ms Mukta's LEFT SOCK, at his abject lowliness in being a shoe and boot kisser, and sock admirer, for all his betters, Ms Mukta’s LEFT SOCK madam – be they persons, and SOCKS, who are known to him, such as your good selves, glorious Ms Mukta madam and her SOCKS, and likewise the SOCKS of your magnificent husband, my master Simon sir, madam miss Mukta’s SOCK; or be they complete strangers to me, mistress-madam the SOCK, begging your and my master Simon sir’s SOCKS’ pardons and understandings, oh mistress Mukta madam’s most glorious SOCK, mistress, please be so kind as to pass on my pathetic apology to your mistress’s husband and his SOCKS, oh mistress Mukta madam’s most wonderful SOCK, mistress?’

Ms Mukta, and her SOCK, crease up with laughter at me. And rightly so, for I am clearly not fit to address her, and her husband, except via their SOCKS!

Apologising to Ms Mukta's husband for my abject lowliness, via her SOCKS

I realise I am not fit to address customer-mistress Ms Mukta, or her husband, other than via their SOCKS...

...since they are BETTER than me!

Ms Mukta laughs and chortles at my abject words of apology to her SOCK!

She ponders what a lowly and pathetic sockieboy-creature I am as the grovelling words spew out of my menial mouth!

Meanwhile, I keep my eyes firmly focussed on Ms Mukta's LEFT SOCK 

I am nothing but a lowly SOCK-ADMIRER, down amongst the ground weeds!

Her SOCK is, quite rightly, creased up with laughter at me

But every mocking CREASE must be studied, respected and admired...

...as it is the SOCK CREASE of my better...

...and will shortly be relaying my abject words of apology to Ms Mukta's husband, and his SOCKS!

No wonder Ms Mukta leaves with a triumphant grin on her face...

...still laughing at me!

For my humble part, I remain focussed on the BACKS of her SOCKS...

...Her GLORIOUS SOCKS!

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


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