1. Left On The Shelf The worst thing about being a footslave is the being left on the shelf! Right now, for example, a beautiful, young, blonde woman is wantonly asking my manly master-sir if he would like to accompany her to the cinema to see the latest blockbuster movie. That's because she finds him sexually attractive. Now, I would dearly love to accompany this lusty, young woman to the cinema - not to watch the movie, but to watch her black nylon, fishnet tights subliminally creasing and folding on her dainty, feminine feet and ankles as she watches the movie, seated, no doubt, in the back row of the darkened cinema next to my superior, gloating master-sir (a real man). But chance would be a fine thing, for: A) She is not interested in my company, since I am merely an unattractive, male footslave (and another man's property); and B) My master-sir never permits his slave to accompany him on his frequent dates with various young women (I am deemed not to be worthy enough). ...