Scuzzy Socks

I love it when my customers wear scuzzy, creased socks on their ankles. It reminds me of their utter contempt for me as I lickshine their shoes, and helps to keep me in my place and to prevent me from getting any ideas above my lowly station.

It also means I get to observe at close quarters how the various creases in their scuzzy and unkempt-looking socks affect the contours of the stitching, something which I find enormously interesting. I’m pathetic like that.

The pretty customer-mistress herself is clean. Only her sneakers and socks are somewhat unkempt and scuzzy

Which is an added humiliation for me...

...since I must look at her creased and untidy socks whilst I am dutifully lickshining her scuzzy sneakers...

...and observe how the thick creases in her socks affect the contours in her sock stitching

I'm pathetic like that!

Of course, the slovenly way she is seated above me means her other sneaker and sock are high above my humble head

I am, therefore, reminded of my inferiority to her SOCK!

For her haughty part, the wearer of the socks is not in the least bit concerned at their scuzziness

And nor should she be. Her socks are my concern, not hers!

I am the public FOOTSLAVE!

It's my job to concern myself with her FEET and FOOTWEAR...

...and to look up to her superior SOCKS!


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