Immersive Experience

The advantage of having the ignominious wooden platform in front of my face is that, when my customers raise their foot onto it for kissing, I invariably get to see a tiny slither of their sock as their trouser-leg rides up. Plus, of course, the ‘sock-concentrator’ device attached to my humble head sends ‘sock waves’ through my brain, helping me to concentrate intently on the narrow, visible area of SOCK as my lowly lips pay their labial homage to the customer’s outer footwear.

All in all, it makes for an immersive sockieboy experience!

She comes bringing BOOTS and SOCKS - food for thought, rather than food for my stomach! 

Like all my customers, she begins by nonchalantly raising her foot onto the foot-platform surrounding my face

I kiss it...

...whilst focusing my lowly eyes on her SOCKTOP, as I am compelled to do by the sock-concentrator device!

NOT the slither of bare legskin above the SOCK, mind you!

I am very much focused on the SOCK itself - the STITCHING; the BOBBLING etc.

That's because I am a 'sockieboy slave' - obsessed by my esteemed customers' SOCKS!

Their SOCKS, their WHOLE SOCKS, and NOTHING BUT THEIR SOCKS!

The courier customer deftly switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face 

Again, I look at SOCK!

Her SOCK!... Her SOCK!... Must focus on my customer's SOCK!

SOCK!

Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the BOOTS and SOCKS looks down upon me - both literally and figuratively

She says nothing as she then turns her back on me to walk towards her bicycle

For my humble part, I remain resolutely focused on her SOCKS!

SOCKS are my be-all and end-all - my customers' SOCKS!

Such BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL SOCKS!

The SOCKS of my BETTER!

The young woman mounts her bike and cycles off to her next assignment

Still, I remain focused on the BACKS of her SOCKS

SOCK!... SOCK!... SOCK!... SOCK!... SOCK!...

Her SOCK!

GODDESS SOCK!

Please don't leave me, SOCKS!

I needn't worry. Thanks to the SOCK-CONCENTRATOR device, the customer's SOCKS shall remain emblazoned on my mind for many days to come!

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