Welcoming A Newcomer To The Area

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam informs me that she will be introducing me later this evening to one of her new friends, 19-year-old Emily (‘Ms Emily madam’ to me) who is now a student at the local university and has recently moved into the area. She warns me that, as her local public humble head slave, I must show Ms Emily madam the utmost slavish respect, and make her feel very welcome to the neighbourhood. I must also praise her SOCKS and express my slavish admiration for them, whatever condition they are in, as befits a lowly and awe-struck sockieboy slave.

I kiss Ms Mukta’s feet and humbly seek to assure her that it will indeed be my inestimable honour and privilege to kiss-greet Ms Emily’s feet, praise her SOCKS, and humbly welcome her to my confined face.

Later that same evening, as promised, I humbly do just that! Turns out, it wasn’t that difficult either, on account of Ms Emily madam being a supremely beautiful goddess and her SOCKS being absolutely superb inside her sneakers!

She even snaps down at me at one point:

‘Make sure you’re really studying my SOCKS, slave. I want you examining every single visible STITCH in my SOCKS, and that?’

‘Yes, mistress Emily madam. Your SOCKS are fabulous, madam, as are you, mistress! Praise be unto your SOCKS, miss!’

Ms Emily madam is clearly a natural SOCK-MISTRESS, and, as the two young women happily turn to leave me, I overhear them discussing how Ms Emily will likely be a regular visitor to my face from now on.

Praise be! And praise be unto Ms Emily’s SOCKS!

Ms Mukta explains that I must show the utmost slavish respect for a newcomer to the area, Ms Emily madam, when she introduces me to her later this evening

I kiss Ms Mukta's feet and humbly seek to reassure her that I will do just that...

...including praising the newcomer's SOCKS...

...as I praise and worship Ms Mukta's SOCKS!

You see, I'm just a 'sockieboy slave' - a slave foolishly and pathetically obsessed with his esteemed customers' SOCKS!

Ms Mukta is serious when she says I must show her friend Emily all appropriate slavish respect...

...including towards her SOCKS!

I humbly bow my head behind Ms Mukta's temporarily departing SOCKS...

...and eagerly await their return, along with Ms Emily's SOCKS!

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Later that evening, true to her word, Ms Mukta introduces me to Ms Emily madam as their 'local public humble head and sockieboy slave'

I duly kiss-greet Ms Emily's sneakered feet and verbally praise-worship her SOCKS

'Oh pray, Ms Emily madam, you are indeed most welcome to the neighbourhood madam, as are your fabulous SOCKS, miss!'

I'm not lying - Ms Emily's SOCKS are fantastic! 

Arguably the most fantastic SOCKS I have ever seen...

...Ms Mukta's SOCKS excepted, of course!

What a privilege! What an honour! To be surrounded by two such fabulous pairs of white SOCKS...

...whilst their owners are wearing them inside their shoes and on their feet!

I am in sockieboy AWE!

'Oh pray, Ms Emily madam! Your SOCKS, miss!... Your SOCKS!...

...Oh praise be unto your SOCKS, mistress madam...

...the SOCKS of a GODDESS, miss!'

‘Make sure you’re really studying my SOCKS, slave... 

...I want you examining every single visible STITCH in my SOCKS... 

...and that?’

Ms Mukta is tickled and amused at her friend's excellent mastery over me!

For my humble part, I eagerly comply with Ms Emily's haughty demands

‘Yes, mistress Emily madam. Your SOCKS are fabulous, madam... as are you, mistress!...

...Praise be unto your SOCKS, miss!’

What's not to praise about Ms Emily's SOCKS?

As the two young women turn their backs on me and walk away...

...I overhear them laughing and joking about me, and how Ms Emily will likely become a regular patron to my sockieboy face!

Oh what joy! Oh what a privilege! To be the servant of such fabulous female SOCKS!

Albeit only in the capacity of a public servant!

My dearest wish would be to become the personal sock slavey of either one of these two superb young women!

But that's never going to happen. I'm just an old and decrepit, public humble head!

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