Taking Advantage

Local goddess-girl, Ms Mukta madam, often uses me as a seatrest whilst she is conversing with her friends on the phone. At such times, she doesn't utter a single word to me. She just plonks herself down on the crossbar above my wooden window and wraps her shapely legs around my confined face, giving me a close-up and very detailed view of her short, white SNEAKER-SOCKS.

That's all I am fit for - looking at and studying her SOCKS.

I'm sure she looks very pretty, perched on the punishment stocks high above me?

But I can't see her, of course. Nor am I a party to her conversation.

All I can see, from my ignominious wooden window, is her SNEAKERS and SOCKS...

...though they too are inordinately pretty!

I, naturally, focus in on her SOCKS...

...those being her most intimate foot garments!

It really should be considered a privilege, by a lowly prisoner-slave such as myself...

...to have such a close-up and personal view of a beautiful young woman's SOCKTOPS!

I can almost count the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES in her SOCK ANKLES!

Such shapely SOCKS...

..on such shapely, feminine ANKLES!

Well might I hang my humbled head in shame at my taking advantage of Ms Mukta madam's SOCKS...

...whilst she is distracted by her phone conversation above me!

But what else can I do? People's SOCKS are my lowly life, now that I am permanently confined in the stocks!

And in any case, I don't think Ms Mukta madam much minds if I am obsessing about her SOCKS!

She has more important things to worry about than her SOCKS!

Only an imprisoned, pathetic, permanently kneeling slave like me...

...could possibly obsess about his visitors' SOCKS!

I'm currently endeavouring to count the number of visible STITCHES in the ELASTICATED TOP of the SOCK

Silently, of course, so as not to interrupt Ms Mukta madam's phone conversation

It seems to be a happy conversation and one that has put her in a good mood

When the conversation eventually ends and she jumps down from the crossbeam...

...she has an almost jaunty walk about her!

It is clear that I could not be further from her thoughts

I was clearly just a piece of street furniture that formed a convenient seat for her to sit on!

And still I must obsessively follow her SOCKS with my eyes!

I hope they will visit me again soon, even if they won't condescend to talk to me!
 

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