A Footslave's Conditions of Service
A Footslave’s Conditions of Service He was kneeling, head humbly bowed, in front of the empty chair, awaiting his introduction to his new mistress. He was, of course, naked – as befits a slave – apart from his black, leather slave shorts and the metal slave collar around his neck. The collar had the words ‘Property of Mistress Manjira’ engraved in it. Apart from her name, the only other thing he knew about his new mistress, for she had literally purchased him at auction only 3 hours ago, was that she was a pretty, 23 year old girl of Indian origins. He knew her age because she had had to declare it to the auctioneer at purchase (nobody under the age of 21 was allowed to own a slave.) He knew she was pretty because he had indulged in some surreptitious glances at her smiling face from the auction block as she had been bidding for him – long, dark hair and deep, brown eyes – eyes that expressed supreme self-confidence and power; they were the eyes of a natural-born slaveowner who knew wh