Work, Rest and Play
Part 1 – Mistress Pratima’s Plaything My new mistress, mistress Pratima, is showing me around her house. She has literally just purchased me a few hours ago as her personal footslave at the central slave auction in the town, but already, just by eavesdropping on her excited mobile phone conversations with her friends, I have deduced quite a lot about her. I know, for example, that she is 24 years old; she is of Indian origins, and still speaks with a strong Indian accent; she lives alone; she works as a cleaner; and I can clearly observe with my own, downcast, slave eyes that she is a very pretty-looking young, Asian woman - petite and slim. I am humbly crawling behind her shoes and socks as she leads me behind her heels down a wooden staircase into the basement of her seemingly modest home. My new, Indian mistress is wearing dark blue jeans; shiny, black, flat, leather loafers; and short, navy-blue sneaker socks with a small, square-shaped, red logo on the sides. Only the upper part o