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!
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| Like all of my esteemed customers, regular customer Ms Mukta madam is a bundle of dichotomies and contradictions |
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| She's an occasional smoker, yet she's into keep-fit! |
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| She also appears to have grazed her knees recently, presumably in a fall whilst running? |
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| Of course, none of this is any of my damn business! My only business is with her SHOES and SOCKS! |
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| My customers' lifestyle choices are none of my concern! |
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| I must kiss their feet, and study and admire their SOCKS, whatever their foibles and predilections! |
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| As Ms Mukta sucks on her refreshing bottle of water high above me... |
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| ...I drink in the sight of her RED SOCKS! |
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| I humbly endeavour to study her SOCKS from every possible lowly angle... |
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| ...as befits a public footslave whilst kissing his better's running shoes! |
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| Ms Muktas takes a break from slurping her water to remind me to look only at her SOCK! |
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| She further exhorts me to study the CREASES in her SOCK, and to observe how those CREASES affect the lines of STITCHING! |
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| Wiley Ms Mukta knows that I am a pathetic 'sockieboy slave' - obsessed with her SOCKS... |
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| ...as well as with the SOCKS of all my superb customers! |
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| It comes from decades of having to KISS FEET and LOOK AT SOCKS! |
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| Every SOCK CREASE, in every customer's SOCK, must be consigned to my menial, footslave memory bank! |
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| That's because their SOCKS are greater than me! |
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| I'm just a slave! |
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| SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... SOCKS!... |
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| ...Ms Mukta's SOCKS are certainly dominating my lowly field of vision right now! |
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| As I kiss her feet, beneath her SOCKS, I ponder how wonderfully fit she is... |
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| ...as well as being a smoker - both good reasons to respect, admire and envy her! |
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| As she silently turns her back on me and resumes her jog, I only wish I could crawl after her to heel... |
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| ...become her full-time SOCK SERVANT... |
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| ...beneath her grazed knees... |
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| ...and serve her RED SOCKS for the rest of my lowly life... |
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| ...keeping myself only unto them! |
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| I humbly observe how, as she departs, her SOCKS crease even more around her ankles! |
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| I feel responsible for those SOCK CREASES... |
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| ...like it should be my job to straighten them out with my nose? |
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| Oh to get my nose on those SOCKS - the SOCKS of an everyday GODDESS! |
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