In Love With Her Sockies

 Regular customer Ms Mukta madam enjoys sock-teasing me late at night:

‘Slave, do you love my sockies? I mean, are you actually in love with them, and that?’

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, yes indeed Ms Mukta madam, begging your forgiveness and pardon, miss. I’m pathetic like that, miss?’

She laughs out loud at me, her laughter echoing around the empty alcove, as I continue to kiss-respect her sneakers until they, and their accompanying sockies, turn their beautiful backs on me and abandon me to the night once more.

Ms Mukta often teases me with her SOCKS late at night

‘Slave, do you love my sockies? I mean, are you actually in love with them, and that?’

‘Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, if it pleases you Ms Mukta madam, yes indeed Ms Mukta madam... 

...begging your forgiveness and pardon, miss. I’m pathetic like that, miss?’

The objects of my unrequited love...

...Ms Mukta's SOCKS!

I, literally, can't take my eyes off them...

...not least because they are directly in front of my feetkissing face!

Seeing her SOCKS is the humble highlight of my day...

...for I am, pathetically, in love with her sockies!

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

They are PERFECT - like HER!

Sadly, her mocking SOCKS soon turn their backs on me and abandon me...

... heading back home to the warm embrace of her manly husband, no doubt?

And rightly so, for Ms Mukta's husband, master Simon sir, is a far greater man than me!

Unlike me, he is not obsessed with his wife's SOCKS!

HE is in love with her WHOLE being!

And she reciprocates his love...

...and would never turn her back on him. And again, rightly so!


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