The Concentrator
The concentrator – it is a truly fiendish device; surely the invention of a warped and cruel mind? And yet I bless the day my mistress Felicity fitted it into my brain, for it helps me to be a better footslave. It does exactly what its name suggests – it helps me to concentrate on my mistress’s feet and footwear. I don’t pretend to understand all the technology behind it. All I know is that some sort of tiny sensor implanted in my tiny footslave brain is electronically connected to a sensor implanted in the lining of my mistress Felicity’s right shoe, and that if I allow my eyes to stray from the side of her shoe I feel a sudden and prolonged shaft of pain in my head – worse than any migraine you may have ever experienced. It is a sharp pain that brings me back to my footslave-senses, and can only be alleviated when I refocus my slavish attention on the side of my mistress’s shoe. Even then the relief from the pain will take some time. Again, I don’t know how, but the concentrato...