Footslave Headcam

I am often asked what my day-to-day life as a personal footslave is really like; what are the sights, sounds and smells that a down-in-the-dirt footslave must endure in his lowly position at his personal mistress’s feet?

Well, fortunately, since my master and mistress have kindly fitted me with a headcam, I can at least enlighten you as to two of those aspects – the sights and sounds of a footslave’s daily life – as we playback yesterday’s ‘footage’ (no pun intended) from my humble headcam. Unfortunately, they haven’t yet invented ‘smell-o-vision’, so you’ll have to make do with my verbal commentary as to the smells in a modern footslave’s life; but the footage from the camera is all vivid and real!

First of all, though, I’d better describe my pretty mistress to you – as you won’t be seeing anything of her face or upper body – just her feet, below the ankle (one of the reasons my master and mistress have fitted me with a headcam is so that they can check up on my constant humility at my mistress’s feet, by playing back the footage every so often in order to ensure I am truly focussing on my mistress’s feet and footwear, and that I am not allowing my eyes to wander away from her feet; so you can expect to observe nothing but her pretty feet and footwear during this playback!)

My 23 year old mistress, miss Naqikka, is of Greenlandic origins, and a fairly recent arrival in the Gynarchy. She arrived here with her 25 year old boyfriend, master-sir Qanik, also a native Greenlander, and passed him off to the authorities as her common law partner, so that he could live with her as a ‘free man’ in the Gynarchy. She must obviously love him very much to do that for him – she could have disowned him at the Female Border and consigned him to a life of servitude in the great Female State!

I was given to her by the Female Authorities as a welcoming present; it is common practice for a newly-arrived, beautiful, young, foreign woman to be given a complimentary, personal footslave here in the Gynarchy – paid for by the Female State – to put her at her ease and help her settle in to her new life as a superior mistress. And, of course, because her live-in partner, master Qanik, is now deemed to be a ‘free man’, I must show my respect to him also, by submitting to his commands and dictats (though, mercifully, I am not required to be his footslave, or even to kiss his feet, since, although he is better than me, he is still only a second class citizen – being male!)

It was actually the master-sir’s clever idea to fit me up with a headcam, so that he could ensure I wasn’t lusting after his Inuit girlfriend’s upper body parts – which would be easy to do, given her great, entirely natural, Greenlandic beauty. My mistress Naqikka has shoulder-length, dark-black hair; oriental features; and is quite short and stocky, in common with your average Inuit girl, though – again in common with your average Inuit girl – exceptionally pretty with it!

She is also softly spoken, when speaking the beautiful Greenlandic language to her boyfriend (the happy couple always converse with one another in Greenlandic – in order to isolate me even further from their superior, free lives; they only use English to bark down their commands at me, at which point, as you may discern on the playback, my mistress’s dulcet, northerly tones change to young-mistressly anger and impatience, since she holds me in such justifiably low esteem).

My Greenlandic mistress, now being a student at Female University here in the Gynarchy, also likes to dress down; no exotic, Eskimo clothing here – just common-or-garden, everyday jeans and sneakers. But don’t be too disappointed by that – there is much to see and admire in a scruffily-dressed, Inuit student-girl’s plain and ordinary sneakers and socks, just as much as you would find in a pair of thick, furry boots, as you are about to discover!

Now to the headcam footage from yesterday, a typical day …

The first thing you can observe is my mistress’s sleepy, bare, Inuit feet as they peek out from underneath the warm duvet she shares with the master-sir. Yes, I know it’s shocking – they are sleeping together when they aren’t even married! But then, being free human beings living in the Gynarchy, they can live as they damn well please! And it is perfectly natural for free human beings to have regular sexual intercourse with one another – only slaves like me must deny themselves the pleasures of the flesh!

Make the most of this footage of my Inuit mistress’s soft, bare feet, for they will soon be covered in sock for the rest of the day. Here – I’ll freeze-frame it for a moment or two, so that you can study and admire the sheer smoothness of my 23 year old, Greenlandic mistress’s young-womanly feet. Sure, there are one or two rough patches of dead skin on the backs of her heels – can you see them? But that’s just everyday wear and tear caused by her cheap sneakers rubbing against the backs of her heels (my mistress often elects to wear ultra-short, sneaker-style socks inside her low-cut sneakers which, whist they may be the height of fashion, are certainly not high enough to protect the backs of her heels from rubbing against the insides of her sneakers!)

You may have noticed also the tiny traces of black toejam running along the inner rims of her big toenails? That’s because my mistress Naqikka hasn’t actually bathed her feet for several days now. Typical student! I only wish you could smell the toejam, for it is deliciously vinegary – or, even better, taste it as I sometimes have to do when my mistress simply can’t bear the build-up of stinky toejam underneath her unpainted, unpedicured, student-girl toenails any more and finally orders me to scrape it away with my footslave-teeth!

But, for now, it seems the amount of stinky, sticky toejam stuck beneath her toenails is tolerable to her.

We need to move on. The next images you see as I playback the headcam footage from yesterday are the shoes and boots inside my mistress’s shoe cupboard. She has several pairs of typically student-girl sneakers and ankleboots, as you can see; and even one, expensive, designer-pair of brown leather, chunky-heeled, chisel-toed, zip-up, kneehigh boots – but she won’t be wearing those to college. Those are reserved for partying and going out with her boyfriend, master Qanik.

Not a furry boot in sight, you will note! Nor even a pair of synthetic moonboots!

No, today, as always, she has dispatched me to fetch her plain, black, low-cut, lace-up sneakers – her favourite ‘college’ pair; scruffy, unkempt, yet comfortable on her feet; perfect for lounging around in (for my mistress Naqikka doesn’t seem to ever work very hard at college; it’s more a chance for her to catch up and socialise with her new, female friends in the Gynarchy – and she is, after all, guaranteed to pass her degree at the end of her course, being female; females never fail their exams!)

Look how the inner lining of the sneakers is worn away in places; that’s caused by my mistress Naqikka’s foot-perspiration inside her sneakers. It’s not that she has overly sweaty feet – it’s just nature at work . And, in any case, my mistress always wears socks inside her sneakers, to help absorb her Greenlandic-girl footsweat, and prolong the life of her sneakers. And such precious sweat it is too, being the sweat from a superior, young, Inuit woman’s holy footpores!

Next you see my headcam making its way over to my mistress’s adjacent sock-drawer. This morning she has ordered me to select her full-length, navy blue and white spotted, ankle socks from amongst her many pairs of socks.

Don’t be too disheartened by her choice of socks today; they might sound relatively boring and uninteresting compared to her stylish, bare-heel revealing, sneaker-style socks – but I can assure you there is much to admire in the backs of a Greenlandic girl’s spotty, blue and white socks; as you shall soon see!

I carry the sneakers and socks back towards where my mistress is now seated on the edge of her double-bed (master Qanik is still dozing beneath the bedclothes – as is his right, delegated to him by my mistress. I believe he has a part-time job as a road-sweeper but I may be wrong. I have to admit, I try not to pay too much attention to master Qanik and his freemale lifestyle, since I am so focussed on my mistress Naqikka and her superior, female, feet and footwear!)

My mistress Naqikka, who is by now fully dressed in her pink and blue T shirt and scruffy, blue denim jeans with the frayed hems, nonchalantly stretches forth her soft bare, Greenlandic feet (and chapped heels) for me to dress them. You can see how I am skilfully rolling up each blue and white spotty anklesock in my hands before pulling it up and over my Greenlandic mistress’s toejam-stained toenails and unwashed footflesh – up to the tops of her shapely, Inuit anklebones.

My mistress likes her socks to be straight and uncreased when they are first put onto her feet of a morning – though she graciously accepts that her socks will experience some inevitable slippage inside her sneakers during the course of the day (some personal footslaves are sorely whipped by their footmistresses for such unfortunate sock-slippage, but my mistress Naqikka is nothing if not sweet and forgiving to her personal footslave – providing I study and admire any creases in her socks as they develop throughout the day; which I do, as the footage from the headcam will clearly show!)

Once she has been socked she must be sneakered – and, again, I think the footage from the headcam shows that I am now quite deft at lacing up another human-being’s sneakers onto their socked feet. It does take some footslave practise, I can tell you, as you are, effectively, having to do everything back to front. But you soon learn – under the pain of the reindeer whip which she brought with her from Greenland!

And so my mistress Naqikka can now stand up, and stand proud above me. As she does so the frayed hems of her bellbottom, student-girl bluejeans temporarily cover her socks, hiding them from view. But fear not – those socks will be visible again at various junctures throughout the day, as the headcam will reveal!

In fact, their next sighting happens beneath the breakfast table whilst my mistress is enjoying her early morning porridge. Again – pity you can’t smell it, though it may also be a blessing since you, and I, are forbidden to eat until nightfall; and even then we shall only receive some tasteless slave-mush. Eating, as a pleasure, is another earthly delight prohibited to slaves, along with sexual intercourse!

But back to the important things in life – back to my mistress Naqikka’s sneakers and socks! Can you see how the raised hems of her frayed jeanlegs are revealing the whole of her upper anklesocks, and even a slither of her bare, smooth, Inuit footflesh just above the elasticated rim of her blue and white spotted sock? I must lower the headcam to the main body of her sock – for I really shouldn’t be looking at my mistress’s bare legflesh; that’s the sort of thing that could earn me a severe whipping from the lazy master-sir, whom you may have noticed has now stirred from his slumbers and is wandering around barefoot and in his dressing gown in the background!

But back to my mistress’s socks which are in the forefront of our slave-minds, as they should be – do you like the way some of the large, blue and white, polkadot-style spots are only partially visible as they disappear down below the upper rims of my Greenlandic mistress’s cheap, black, low-cut sneakers? I do – and I could study such anomalies in her socks for hours; in fact, I have no choice in the matter, since I am her personal footwear slave, required to kneel unobtrusively by my Inuit mistress’s feet throughout the day with my headcam humbly bowed and pointing towards my superior mistress’s sneakers and socks.

I’ve got literally hours of such humble footage – if you’d like to see it; and I can even zoom in on the individual stitches in my mistress’s spotty socks, if you would like me to? I can zoom in so closely that you can hopefully observe every Nuuk and cranny in her Greenlandic, student-girl socks; if I go in close enough, and freeze the frame, you can probably even make out her bare, Inuit footskin hidden beneath the warm, cotton sock-stitches. How cool is that?!

And look – already there are signs of some sock-slippage, particularly on my mistress Naqikka’s left sock! Can you see that tiny sock-crease developing around her shapely ankle, just around that large, navy-blue, sock spot which covers her outer anklebone? That’s one for the footslave memory-banks, for it’s a tiny crease in the blue and white, spotty sock of a superior, Greenlandic girl – whilst she is still wearing it on her pretty foot!

Heaven!

But let’s fast forward now to the point where my mistress is walking along the pavements towards her bus-stop. Oh – but before we do that – I’ll just freeze it here at the point where she is kissing my master-sir goodbye at her front door. Here – let me switch the footage to slow motion, for I want you to observe in languorous detail how my mistress Naqikka’s socks temporarily crease and fold at the backs of her Eskimo-heels as she stands up on tippy toe to kiss the master-sir on the lips. How sock-cute is that?! And how humiliating for we – the slave – to have to observe the results of an Inuit girl’s lofty lust for her man in her humble socks; and in slow motion too?! Ha! Ha!

But, like I said, let’s now fast forward to my mistress as she promenades alone down the street, with me in tow on my hands and knees, of course! A mistress is never truly alone if you count her personal footslave – which most people don’t! Look – I’ll switch it to slow motion again; can you see the occasional flash of blue and white sock beneath her flapping, bellbottom jean hems? I don’t know about you, but I particularly like that semi-concealed white spot on the back of her right heel. I can’t help but be fixated by it as she walks along – you can tell by the camera angle, can’t you?

What gets to me is that nobody else – least of all the pretty wearer of the sweet sock – is in the least bit impressed or concerned by that flash of white, spotted sock on the back of my mistress’s heel as she walks along. Only I am obsessed by it – and now, perhaps, so are you?!

Ha! Ha! Feel weak, slave! Feel lowly! For, like me, you’re nothing but a pathetic, girlsock-obsessed footslave !

Oh – we’re kneeling on the bus now, next to my mistress’s sneakered and socked feet. Look how dirty and dusty the floor of the bus is – those black sneaker-soles must be picking up dust and grime like nobody’s business! Except that, of course, it’s very much my business – since I shall be obliged to lick off any dust and detritus from my Greenlandic mistress’s sneaker-soles at the end of the long day!

But we mustn’t waste this renewed opportunity to study my mistress Naqikka’s exposed anklesocks once more, as she is seated happily reading her freebie newspaper on the bus. I’m glad to see that the crease on her left, blue-spotty anklebone has augmented in size – and, indeed, if I just zoom in, you can see that it has been joined by a second, lower crease (this is the sort of footage my masters and betters like to see – a studied focus on my mistress’s socks throughout the day, as befits her personal footwear slave!)

She’s standing up again now as she prepares to get off the bus. The stop is right next to her college entrance, so she hasn’t got far to walk – which is just as well as it’s starting to rain. Sure, she has a grey hoodie top to protect her from the elements, but, selfishly, I don’t! (And I don’t want the camera getting damaged by rainwater! Can you imagine having to explain that to the angry master-sir?)

You see those bright red, lace-up keds and short, white sneaker-socks walking towards my mistress? Those are the keds and socks of her best college-friend, miss Xiu Ying, from China. She too is a recent arrival in the Gynarchy, and entered the Female College at about the same time as my mistress, though they are studying different subjects (my mistress Naqikka is studying Female Media Studies, whilst miss Xiu Ying is majoring in Female Law). Miss Xiu Ying has also been given a personal footslave by the Female Authorities – Ha! Ha! Look at his gormless face as he diligently studies his own sweet mistress’s sneakers and socks! I suppose he’s quite lucky, really – as am I.

The two refugee-girls embrace; they have, after all, much more in common than just their pretty, epicanthic folds, having emigrated to the Gynarchy at about the same time!

But I, of course, must still focus my humble headcam on the dusty, scuffmarked backs of my mistress Naqikka’s plain, black sneakers, even though her exciting socks are temporarily hidden from view again by her blue denim jean hems, and even though I am sorely tempted to record the equally scruffy, but intriguingly beautiful, red, lace-up keds and short, white anklesocks of miss Xiu Ying. Her feet are so petite and dainty, aren’t they – even compared to my own mistress’s feet? And the Chinese girl is deliciously bare-legged above them, in her cute, red, knee-length, pleated skirt!

But what would the master-sir say if he played back my headcam footage and saw me lusting over his Greenlandic girlfriend’s best friend’s, Chinese sneakers and socks? Not to mention my own mistress’s reaction? Such flagrant disloyalty would be sure to earn me a taste of the aforementioned reindeer whip!

It’s a curious position I’m in – constantly required to focus on my own mistress Naqikka’s pretty feet and footwear, but in a way that doesn’t make the master-sir jealous. I crawl a fine tightrope!

Thankfully, the temptation of the Chinese girl’s red sneakers and white socks moves off as she has her own lessons to go to, and, besides, just as soon as my mistress Naqikka is seated for her first tutorial of the day I get to see her right, spotted sock once again in all its glory - since she is seated on a chair with her right leg casually crossed over her left.

Her right foot swivels and twists subconsciously in the air as she discusses her media studies project with her female professor and fellow, female students – and so, if we watch this bit in slow motion, you can once again observe the multitudinous little creases and wrinkles coming and going in the blue and white, spotty, cotton material of my Inuit student-mistress’s full length anklesock (I am permitted to raise my gaze, and the headcam, to my mistress’s upper, swivelling foot at such glorious moments, since focussing on her stationary-on-the-ground, left sneakered foot would make for rather boring footage for my master and mistress to play back at the end of the day, don’t you think?). Good camerawork is all about action; and drama – and there is plenty of that in a Greenlandic student-girl’s swivelling and flexing, blue and white anklesock!

Of course, the conversation above me between my mistress and her tutorial group is in English – if I just turn up the sound a bit you can maybe hear it – but I would much rather listen to the rustling of my mistress’s right sock as she subliminally flexes her foot-muscles in the air; and so should you! In any case, the English being spoken is the superior English of free persons – not the humble slavespeak in which you and I are fluent. So, much of the conversation is, quite literally, above our footslave-heads. We must concentrate on what we do best – studying girlsock – and let our female betters concentrate on what they know best; media studies.

Let’s fast forward to lunchtime, and another glimpse of close-up, Greenlandic-girl sock as our mistress Naqikka is enjoying a sandwich in the College cafeteria. As you can see she is surrounded by her female college friends – including the red keds and short, white socks of her Chinese friend miss Xiu Ying – but I think the headcam footage shows that the surrounding girl-keds, ankleboots and ballet-flats were no distraction for me! I am a dutiful and loyal footservant to my mistress Naqikka’s plain, black, low-cut, lace up sneakers and blue and white spotty socks, and remain very much focussed on them.

I particularly like this bit where my mistress reaches down to straighten the tops of her socks with her pretty, if somewhat podgy, Inuit fingers. I would have happily done that for her, of course – had she ordered me to! But it was evidently a subconscious gesture on her part, and, if anything, I’m quite glad she ‘forgot’ to order her personal footslave to straighten her socks – for it made for some wonderfully exciting footage, don’t you think? Just look how excited miss Xiu Ying’s personal footslave is at the impromptu sock-activity! Ha! Ha! I think he’s actually jealous of us! Ha! Ha!

I’ll skip over this next bit, if you don’t mind – for decorum’s sake; it shows my mistress Naqikka relieving herself in the lavatory, or rather it shows her sneakers and socks whilst she is relieving herself. But some things should remain private between a mistress and her footslave, and are not for public consumption!

What I am happy for you to see is my mistress washing her hands at the restroom wash-hand basin. See how the backs of her socked heels, including that partially covered white spot on the back of her right heel, are once again visible as she reaches up on tippy toe in front of the bathroom mirror to apply some more lipstick onto her pretty, Greenlandic lips. You can see too, if you are observant like me, how her earlier sock-straightening efforts have pulled a bit more of that selfsame, white, cotton spot into view on the back of her heel – but its lower fifth is still concealed beneath her black sneaker-rim.

Note too the tiny piece of alien, white sock-fluff stuck to the neighbouring blue spot on the back of her right sock! I wonder where that came from? Wouldn’t it be nice if it turned out to be some cross-contamination from miss Xiu Ying’s white, Chinese sneaker-socks? At least I know where it’s going at the end of the day – if it doesn’t fall off in the meantime; deep inside my footslave-mouth!

I suppose that’s the thing – isn’t it? How ever much you view of this footage of my beloved mistress’s sneakers and socks, you can never touch them; or smell them; or taste them! Only I get to do that – you’re just a westernised Inuit girl’s sneaker and sock voyeur! Ha! Ha!

You must be especially jealous, therefore, when I get to show you the footage of my mistress’s socked feet resting on the edge of the sofa in the evening, whilst I nose her bare socks as she lays back in the comforting arms of her manly, Greenlandic boyfriend. Ha! Ha! Look how the footage becomes all blurred and out of focus as my nose moves in to rub itself against the bottoms of my mistress’s sweaty, socks, her discarded, black, student-girl sneakers lying forlornly on the floor in the background.

This is where you must wish we did have ‘smell-o-vision’, for I can assure you the aroma is both pungent and heavenly, if you like that sort of thing! The pure softness, and stink, of a Greenlandic girl’s well-worn sock – in your face!

Well, in mine at any rate! Ha! Ha!

Would you like to see the footage again?