Smoker-cum-Fitness Enthusiast

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam is both an occasional smoker and a fitness enthusiast. She regularly visits me during one of her early morning runs, at which times I humbly admire her RED RUNNING SOCKS as she presents her cleats to me for respect-kissing!

Like all of my esteemed customers, regular customer Ms Mukta madam is a bundle of dichotomies and contradictions

She's an occasional smoker, yet she's into keep-fit!

She also appears to have grazed her knees recently, presumably in a fall whilst running?

Of course, none of this is any of my damn business! My only business is with her SHOES and SOCKS!

My customers' lifestyle choices are none of my concern!

I must kiss their feet, and study and admire their SOCKS, whatever their foibles and predilections!

As Ms Mukta sucks on her refreshing bottle of water high above me...

...I drink in the sight of her RED SOCKS!

I humbly endeavour to study her SOCKS from every possible lowly angle...

...as befits a public footslave whilst kissing his better's running shoes!

Ms Muktas takes a break from slurping her water to remind me to look only at her SOCK!

She further exhorts me to study the CREASES in her SOCK, and to observe how those CREASES affect the lines of STITCHING!

Wiley Ms Mukta knows that I am a pathetic 'sockieboy slave' - obsessed with her SOCKS...

...as well as with the SOCKS of all my superb customers!

It comes from decades of having to KISS FEET and LOOK AT SOCKS!

Every SOCK CREASE, in every customer's SOCK, must be consigned to my menial, footslave memory bank!

That's because their SOCKS are greater than me!

I'm just a slave!

SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!...

...Ms Mukta's SOCKS are certainly dominating my lowly field of vision right now!

As I kiss her feet, beneath her SOCKS, I ponder how wonderfully fit she is...

...as well as being a smoker - both good reasons to respect, admire and envy her!

As she silently turns her back on me and resumes her jog, I only wish I could crawl after her to heel...

...become her full-time SOCK SERVANT...

...beneath her grazed knees...

...and serve her RED SOCKS for the rest of my lowly life...

...keeping myself only unto them!

I humbly observe how, as she departs, her SOCKS crease even more around her ankles!

I feel responsible for those SOCK CREASES...

...like it should be my job to straighten them out with my nose?

Oh to get my nose on those SOCKS - the SOCKS of an everyday GODDESS!


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