Sock Sycophancy

Tonight, regular visitor to my sockieboy face, Ms Mukta madam, appears to be in a good, if somewhat mischievous, mood. All I can do, as ever, is seek to please her. I certainly don't want to darken her mood, on account of my being completely and utterly at her mercy!

Ms Mukta approaches me with a big, if condescending, smile upon her pretty face

She kindly stoops down to mock me, asking me if I have had a nice day looking at all my customers' 'lovely sockies'?

I am obliged, of course, to look at her lovely, if sombre, 'sockies' whilst she is mocking me!

'Oh pray Ms Mukta madam, thanking you kindly Ms Mukta madam, I have indeed had the honour of studying my betters' socks today, madam... 

...though none of them as lovely as your socks, miss?'

A bit of 'sock sycophancy' can go a long way when seeking to ingratiate oneself with a customer-mistress!

Thankfully, she finds my words amusing, rather than insulting!

After all, it wouldn't do to be accused of lusting after my pretty customer-mistress's SOCKS!

Ms Mukta kindly indicates her approval of my sock sycophancy by putting her right foot up to my face

I carefully kiss her dirty SNEAKER-TOE, making sure my lowly lips embrace the DIRTIEST part!

Of course, I remain conscious of her lovely grey SOCK also!

Ms Mukta, meanwhile, looks mischievously down upon me

She loves being in a position of POWER over me!

She deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my face

'Make sure you look up at my SOCK, slavey!'

I always look up to customer-mistress Ms Mukta's SOCKS in every way possible...

...morally, spiritually and intellectually, as well as physically

That's because she is BETTER than me, and therefore her SOCKS are better than me too!

What a privilege, what an honour, for the likes of lowly me to be in the presence of such SOCKS!

Sadly, all too soon, the SOCKS turn their backs on me and abandon me...

...as Ms Mukta walks away in triumph!

I am left staring at the backs of her SOCKS...

...as her jubilant face leaves me to rot in the dirt behind her!

Oh, what I would give to be able to follow those SOCKS to heel!

To be allowed to NOSE them and NUZZLE them on her FEET and ANKLES!

Ms Mukta's SOCKS, in common with all my customers' SOCKS, are my gods!

Her SOCKS!... Her SOCKS!... Customer-mistress Mukta's SOCKS!


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