Slave Of One Shoe
‘The mistress’s shoe, is better than you.
The mistress’s sock, is of higher stock.
The mistress’s boot, reflects her repute.
The mistress’s feet, confirm her conceit.
For you are her footslaves; just two a penny.
But she is divine, the mistress of many.
So sniff and adore, as befits a foot-server.
And worship her shoe, with appropriate fervour!’
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Fitness fanatic miss Kirsty is very blonde; very beautiful; very rich; very young (only 19); and not very bright. But she still qualifies for a whole host of personal footwear-servants, each one dedicated to an individual item of her footwear in her expansive collection, thanks to her being the consort of a mega-wealthy, middle-aged, Gynarchy businessman, who absolutely dotes on his young, blonde wife!
And so, the dumb-blonde has a vast array of personal footslaves at her beck and call – all of them straining at the leash to be the ones to serve her on any given day. But that, of course, is dependent on whether or not she chooses to wear the particular item of footwear that day which they alone are responsible for maintaining!
A humble hierarchy has developed within miss Kirsty’s household, with some poor footwear-slaves rarely ever being used, whilst others get to serve the mistress as her favourites, if only because she favours the items of footwear they are designated to serve!
The footslave hierarchy in Kirsty’s household goes something like this:
First of all, it is divided into two main sections: her so-called ‘Hosiery Hierarchy’; and her ‘Shoe Strata’ (which, incidentally, includes servants of her boots, slippers and sandals); and never the twain shall meet i.e. there is no advancement from hosiery to outer footwear, or vice versa. A footwear-slave can only progress up the ladder within his division – be it hosiery or shoes (and we don’t just mean laddered hosiery!)
So, her ‘Hosiery Hierarchy’ is arranged thus:
· At the very bottom are her bare foot slaves (two of them, obviously – one for each dainty, feminine foot!). Now, I know what you’re thinking – serving the blonde, 19 year old mistress’s bare feet! Isn’t that an honour, rather than a job for the lowliest of the low? Well, yes – of course it’s an honour! Serving a beautiful, young woman like miss Kirsty in any capacity is an honour and a privilege! But the simple fact is that miss Kirsty is rarely ever barefoot. She tends to walk around the house in her slippers and/or socks; and she most certainly never goes outside her mansion barefooted. At the very least she will have on her pink flip-flops (and will thus be accompanied to the swimming pool by her two pink flip-flop slaves – the left one and the right one!). Likewise, she has a particular penchant for wearing thick, woolly bedsocks – even in the summertime, and even when she is making love to either her husband, or one of her many, much younger, freemale suitors whom her husband knowingly tolerates as he understands that a young woman like miss Kirsty has needs he cannot himself always satisfy (even with Viagra!). So, in actual fact, her barefoot-slaves tend to have their duties restricted to bathing her sweaty feet before she showers first thing in the morning, and pedicuring her feet before she goes out partying in the evenings. They rarely get to leave the house, and they don’t even have the honour of putting her socks or nylons onto her feet – that is the job of the relevant sock or nylon slaves! Small wonder, then, that miss Kirsty’s barefoot-footservants aspire to move up to the next level – that of being her sneaker-sock slaves!
· Each and every one of Kirsty’s expansive collection of short, mainly white, sneaker socks has its own individual servant (yes, just to confirm – each individual pair has a ‘right’ and a ‘left’ sock slave, so rich is this spoilt, young woman!). The sneaker-sock slaves are considered higher than the barefoot slaves, but are nonetheless the lowliest of the sock slaves, since that style of socks is the shortest. As a general rule – the longer the sock, the more prestige attached to being its servant! But being a sneaker-sock slave is still considered better than being a barefoot slave – as we have explained above; particularly as miss Kirsty has a fondness for wearing such socks on most days, either inside her sneakers, or her ankleboots, and thus the sneaker-sock slaves enjoy frequent outings in the company of their beautiful footmistress – providing, of course, she chooses to wear the particular pair of sneaker-socks they serve. There are rumoured to be two poor, unfortunate sneaker-sock slaves allocated to a bright blue and red garish pair of sneaker-socks which miss Kirsty has never elected to wear. Indeed, the suspicion is that she has forgotten she even owns the garishly-coloured pair of short socks, since they were a gift from one of her least favourite aunts. But that doesn’t excuse their two designated sockslaves from worshipping and honouring her unworn, red and blue sneaker-socks day in and day out in the underground, daylight-free dungeon that doubles up as her ‘live-in sock drawer’– just on the off chance that, some day, she may summon them to her feet!
· The next step up the hosiery chain are the anklesock slaves, though these are divided into two main camps – the non-lacy, and the lacy-frilled anklesock slaves, with the latter being considered slightly above the former, if only because a young woman’s lace-trimmed anklesocks require a bit more care and expertise in their maintenance (for example, the lace trims must always look nice and even on a young woman’s anklebones, since they tend to draw attention to her shapely ankles!)
· Next come the calf-length sockslaves – almost always paired with miss Kirsty’s ankleboot or calf-boot slaves (yes, she obviously has four slaves accompanying her on a leash to heel whenever she ventures out – one for each item of footwear on both feet; and, incidentally, four taskmasters to keep a beady eye on each individual footwear-item slave, and to whip them if they are deemed to be slacking in their duties! Money, you see, is no object to blonde miss Kirsty when it comes to the upkeep of her footwear, and the supervision of her various footwear slaves!)
· Then she has her kneesock slaves – invariably coupled with her knee-boot slaves (though, occasionally, she has been known to wear her kneesocks in public with her high-top, or even low-top, sneakers!)
· Then we start to reach the lofty heights of her most experienced sockslaves – her thigh-length sockslaves; not seen in public that often these days, but enjoying the occasional outing to a club or a party. Of course, the thigh-length sockslaves have to be amongst the most trusted of miss Kirsty’s sockslaves, since they have access to the very tops of her socks, just below her miniskirt hem and perilously close to her knickers and private parts which are reserved for free men such as her husband. But her thigh-sock slaves are well-trained by the whip, and always look down her sock; never up it (their individual taskmasters see to that!)
· A whole separate sub-division of miss Kirsty’s ‘Hosiery Hierarchy’ involves her woolly tight slaves and nylon slaves. Again, their status is dictated by the length of the item of legwear – so her nylon-socklet slaves are below her knee-length nylon-popsock slaves; and likewise her nylon popsock-slaves are considered beneath her full-length nylon tights or nylon stockings slaves. Her full-length, woolly-tight slaves consider themselves as equals to her full-length nylon tights or stocking slaves, but there is some dispute over that (indeed, the nylon stocking slaves see themselves as the absolute elite of all the hosiery slaves, given the care with which they must attach the mistress’s suspenders to her stocking tops; they may have a point – and one thing isn’t in doubt; they can’t rise any higher up the ladder of hosiery success, nor can they transfer to her outer footwear!)
The ‘Shoe Strata’ of slaves are ordered thus:
· At the bottom are her slipper-slaves since, like the barefoot slaves, they rarely, if ever, get to go outside, but must remain largely inside the mistress’s boudoir or shoe-cupboard dungeon.
· One step up from the slipper-slaves are her ballet-flat slaves, worn both inside the house and outside – though usually with socks, so the ballet-flat slaves, frustratingly for them, rarely get to accompany their mistress to heel alone; there are usually two lucky black-sock slaves in tow!
· Then come her loafer-shoe slaves, often worn by miss Kirsty in a lazy and laid-back fashion around the house with thick socks, as an alternative to her ballet-flats, though she sometimes wears them also with her trouser-suits to work. (Yes – despite being rich and a kept young-woman, Kirsty has a part-time job as a secretary in her husband’s office, mainly so that she can make love to him there when he gets the urge)
· Next up the ranking come her scruffy-sneaker slaves – only because they are worn so frequently by the blonde-ponytailed mistress, they are thus deemed to be more important than her ballet-flats and casual, leather loafers in the grand scheme of things, even though the two lower categories of footwear may be considered in some circles as being ‘smarter’ footwear! Her ubiquitous sneaker-slaves are, again, divided into two substrata; her low-top sneaker slaves, followed by her high-top sneaker slaves. Obviously being the slave of a young woman’s high-top sneaker carries with it more responsibility, and therefore more status, since there is more leather, rubber or canvas to lick.
· Then come her court-shoed slaves (almost exclusively officewear, especially when she is wearing her tights or nylons with skirts to work)
· Then her high-heeled pump slaves (miss Kirsty often likes to wear her pumps and nylons to parties and soirees)
· Next up the slave social strata are her ankleboot slaves (considered higher than the high-top sneaker slaves, since miss Kirsty’s ankleboots require more of a polish and a shine than her scruffy, old sneakers!)
· Then, of course, come her calf-boot slaves, including her highly fortunate and favoured biker-boot slaves, since miss Kirsty loves wearing her beaten-up, old pair of heavily buckled, biker boots. Indeed, barely a day goes by when her biker-boots are not to be seen at some stage on her socked or woolly-tighted legs, with the familiar biker-boot slaves in tow!
· Then come her kneeboot-slaves, including her rubber-riding boot slaves, although the latter, sadly, don’t get outings all that often since miss Kirsty has only just started learning to ride, mainly in an effort to please and accompany her horse-riding husband to the hunt; but she herself much prefers her wellies – which she still wears along with a pair of kneesocks to music festivals with her contemporaries; so her wellie-slaves get to go to all the best venues!
· Finally, come her thigh-boot slaves – rarely seen out these days, except to illegal raves and parties (though, if the designated thigh-boot slaves had been around when miss Kirsty used to walk the streets, they would have seen a lot of action!)
· Of course, within each category of bootslaves there is another sub-strata – depending on the height of the mistress’s bootheels, with spiked or high-heels trumping low or flat heels!
So there you have it – the plethora of personal footslaves dedicated to the foot-service of just one item each of spoilt-for-choice, 19 year old miss Kirsty’s everyday footwear.
But what exactly are the career prospects of a humble footwear-slave in the Kirsty household? Let’s look at the progress of just one of her slaves – the slave of one shoe, so to speak!
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He is known as ‘Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1’ as he is the personal servant of miss Kirsty’s oft-worn, brown leather loafer on her pretty, right foot.
His career began about a year and a half ago when he was presented to her as a lowly slipper-slave on her 18th birthday, so he has done quite well to rise through the ranks of her footwear on the shoe side of things so quickly. Until last month he was her ‘Brown-Loafer Slave no. 2’ i.e. the slave of her left brown loafer, but, within each pair of shoes (or, indeed, items of hosiery) the slave of the right item of footwear is always referred to as ‘no. 1’, if only because miss Kirsty is right-handed, and therefore right-footed, and a slave must demonstrate he can service his mistress’s weaker, left hand side, before he is deemed fit to move over to her dominant right-hand side! Plus, of course, a vacancy has to arise on the right shoe – either though the promotion, or dismissal, or death of the incumbent right-foot slave!
Our antihero was fortunate in that his fellow brown-loafer slave on her right loafer was summarily dismissed for insubordination last month, meaning yet another speedy advancement up the ladder of shoe-success for the erstwhile slipper and ballet-flat slave, albeit only onto his mistress’s right loafer!
But Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 is not content with his new, lowly position as a flat-shoe slave on blonde miss Kirsty’s right foot. Sure, he gets to see her nice, white, scrunched-up anklesock inside her brown, leather loafer, including all the exciting, extra creases in the sock as she walks along (although Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 is supposed to be concentrating in the movement in his mistress’s right loafer shoe, he often can’t help sharing the slave’s-eye view of her sock with her relevant white-anklesock slave! And, fortunately for Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1, his designated, whip-carrying taskmaster doesn’t always spot that!)
But Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 is looking to move up to the next stratum of shoe-service – that of being one of her busy sneaker-slaves. Ultimately, he hopes to become one of her high-top sneaker, or even ankleboot slaves (he doesn’t think he will ever be good enough to be her calf-boot slave or above!). But he realises he will have to first become one of miss Kirsty’s scruffy, low-top sneaker slaves – which could be seen by some as a retrograde step, given that he gets to semi-skilfully tongueshine her brown leather loafer on a regular basis, including in and around the brown leather, decorative tassels above the rounded toe-area (and often whilst she is still wearing her flat, loafer-shoe below her white anklesock), whereas the best he can hope for as a low-top sneaker-slave is to continuously ‘buff-up’ her sneaker with his tongue, divesting it of any overt dust or dirt stains, but rarely being able to bring it to what you might describe as a ‘satisfying shine’ !
Nevertheless, he is determined to progress up the footslave career-ladder to the lower sneaker-division, and has heard of a possible vacancy for one of miss Kirsty’s grey-chequered canvas, lace-up plimsolls which she is known to wear to the gym every week, and oftentimes around the house. Apparently, the slave of her left, chequered plimsoll is getting rather old and ill, and is not expected to last much longer; so a number of miss Kirsty’s loafer-shoe slaves – the current equals of Brown-Loafer Slave no. 2 (for she has many different pairs of loafers, though her tasselled brown ones are amongst her favourites) – are jockeying for position up the next rung of the shoe-ladder.
Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 feels he must be in with a good chance of selection to the sneaker-grade, given that – although miss Kirsty’s brown leather loafers are unlaced (unlike the chequered, canvas plimsolls with grubby-white laces which he now aspires to serve) – they do have those aforementioned, decorative tassels, which in some respects resemble shoelaces, and therefore require similar, footslavish tongue-attention to keep them all spruced up and shipshape!
He shall, of course, have to be interviewed by miss Kirsty and her husband, as part of the selection process for the position of replacement chequered-plimsoll slave. But he is, most definitely, eligible to apply!
And so he does.
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The day of his interview arrives, and Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 is ushered in on his hands and knees to the opulent living room where a somewhat bored looking miss Kirsty, slumped over the sofa with her left, plimsolled leg hanging limply over the end in the air at his now kneeling-face level, is sat flicking through the pages of a glossy, Gynarchy fashion magazine, whilst her manly, middle-aged husband appears to be conducting the interviews of the slave-applicants for the prized position of being his lovely, young, blonde wife’s chequered-sneaker slave no. 2.
There are, of course, a couple of black sneaker-sock slaves kneeling by miss Kirsty’s plimsolled feet at the edge of the sofa; but, noticeably, only one plimsoll-slave – no. 1, i.e. the slave of her dominant, right plimsoll; the left plimsoll-slave must have already died, so the position would appear to be immediately vacant!
Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 promptly crawls over to the vacant plimsoll, and makes a show of admiring its chequered pattern by sniffing it and licking it like an obedient dog.
Master Reginald sir – the lord and master of the manor – laughs heartily at the loafer-slave’s animalistic enthusiasm for his young wife’s everyday item of scruffy, canvas-based footwear, and begins his examination of the slave-supplicant for this lowly position at his wife’s plimsolled feet:
‘Ha! Ha! So what makes you – a common-or-garden, brown-loafer slave – think that you’ve got what it takes to be my pretty wife’s chequered-plimsoll slave, boy?’
The master-sir is addressing the loafer-slave as ‘boy’ even though the latter is about the same age as the former (mid forties) just to emphasise his freemale wealth and authority over the slave – and, no doubt, in order to show off in front of his beautiful, young wife, even though she appears to be largely disinterested in the selection-proceedings, being far too engrossed in her magazine and crudely picking her pretty nose in a most unladylike fashion!
Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 decides to play his trump card in answer to the master-sir’s derogatory question:
‘Oh pray, master sir, if it pleases you lord and master-sir, this loafer slave must deal on a daily basis with the beautiful mistress’s brown leather tassels on her right, loafer shoe, master sir, which somewhat resemble the laces on the mistress’s glorious and divine, grey-chequered plimsoll, master sir, if you would be so kind and understanding to a lowly loafer-slave, master-sir? And therefore he hopes that, unlike some of his less experienced loafer-slave colleagues, he may have developed some added dexterity with his shoeslave-tongue when it comes to the cleansing of extraneous elements of the mistress’s casual footwear, most respected and all-powerful master-sir.’
‘Hah! That may well be so, ignorant slave! But how would a decrepit, old slave like you possibly hope to keep up with your mistress’s feet when she is wearing her plimsolls during her early-morning jog, as she often does? Ha! Ha!’
Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 notices that the ‘superior-than-thou’ already-incumbent, Chequered-Plimsoll Slave no. 1 on miss Kirsty’s right plimsoll smugly sniggers at the master-sir’s disparaging, but perfectly legitimate, question. Keeping up with a young woman’s jogging plimsolls is, undeniably, a role best suited for a much younger footslave, like the lucky Chequered-Plimsoll slave no. 1!
But Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 was quite prepared for such an obvious, and legitimate, question:
‘Oh pray, master-sir, if it pleases you, master-sir, this slave hopes and expects that the taskmaster’s whip will ensure that he keeps pace with the fit and healthy, young mistress-madam during her jogging sessions, most respected and erudite lord and master-sir?’
It was a good and pleasing answer for the master-sir to hear – a slave acknowledging the power of the whip to instil super-human effort in an oppressed and downtrodden underling!
‘Hmmph!...Well, honey, what do you think? Is this piece of loafer-licking garbage fit to become your left plimsoll-slave?’
Miss Kirsty briefly lowers her glossy magazine to eye up the aspirant plimsoll-slave at her feet. She blows, and bursts, a bubble with her pink, saliva-softened, bubble gum and, having recognised the slave at her left plimsolled foot as one of her trusty, brown-loafer slaves, decides, somewhat nonchalantly and disinterestedly, that he may be given a trial period as her probationary chequered-plimsoll slave no.2!
Much to the annoyance of her black sneaker-sock slaves, Brown-Loafer Slave no. 1 (now Probationary Chequered-Plimsoll-Slave no. 2) showers her short, black, anklesock tops in grateful and worshipful kisses, his lips even straying uncontrollably at one point onto her bare, pale white ankleskin above her elasticated sock-tops, though the sock-taskmasters’ whips soon bring him back into respectful line.
Miss Kirsty and her husband just laugh at the pathetic slave’s overwhelming excitement at his lowly promotion, and summarily dismiss all the footslaves (and their accompanying taskmasters) from the room, as the whole experience of promoting a humble shoe-slave has made the happy couple feel horny, and they wish to make love to one another right there and then – on the living-room sofa!
Once outside the room, Chequered-Plimsoll Slave no.1 somewhat begrudgingly welcomes the new, probationary Chequered-Plimsoll Slave no. 2 on board, before the latter is introduced to his new taskmaster – and his new taskmaster’s whip!
Meanwhile the interviews for the newly vacant position of Brown-Loafer Slave no. 2 (for the rules are that Brown-Loafer Slave no. 2 is automatically promoted to miss Kirsty’s right loafer shoe when no. 1 is promoted to sneakers) are set to begin the following day – with numerous ballet-flat slaves likely to express an interest!
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Addendum: The new Chequered-Plimsoll slave no. 2 passed his probation with flying colours! Sure, he had to get used to the sight of the stretched, elasticated top of miss Kirsty’s short, black sneaker sock (along the sides of her plimsoll – never at the heel, since the sock was so short it disappeared down inside the back of the plimsoll), as opposed to her scrunched-up and creased, full-length, white ‘loafer’ anklesock. But the sight of less sock actually helped him to concentrate more on his job – that of admiring and studying her plimsoll!
And he did, as he had so self-deprecatingly predicted at his initial interview with the master-sir, require a goodly amount of whipping from the Chequered Plimsoll no. 2 taskmaster, in order to lose some of his middle-aged flab and become fit enough to keep up with his much younger, jogging mistress on his hands and knees! So his back knew more pain – much more pain!
But, all in all, he very much came to enjoy and appreciate his new position as a privileged Plimsoll-slave – so much so that he even decided not to go for further promotion up the ‘Shoe Strata’. He would stay a spoilt blonde girl’s low-top sneaker-slave for the rest of his life, though not necessarily of miss Kirsty’s plimsolls, since there were plenty of other styles of low-top sneakers in her vast collection of footwear – and sometimes a sideways-move is as good as a rest, when it comes to being a young woman’s personal footwear-item slave!
And besides, there would inevitably come a point where he was just too old to keep pace with fit and healthy miss Kirsty’s running plimsolls – however hard his diligent and demanding plimsoll-taskmaster whipped him! Unless, of course, his much younger mistress deigned to have his knees and shins surgically fitted with castors – but few mistresses in the Gynarchy are that kind and considerate to their elderly slaves.
