Masters & Mistresses (iii)

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).

I shall therefore be left, home alone, to languish in my cold and lonely, basement cell, with instructions to handwash my master's dirty socks.

Still, at least my magnificent master-sir kindly orders me to kiss the stunning, blonde beauty's high-heeled sandals (as a demonstration of his machismo) before the happy couple head off, arm in arm, to the nearby picture house.

'Make sure you do a good job of washing your master's dirty socks, sockslave!', the beautiful, young woman barks down at me in a dismissive and unfriendly tone, by way of a passing shot.

She clearly sees me as nothing more nor less than another man's pathetic sockwasher (and certainly not dating material!)

'Yes, mistress madam. I obey you, beautiful mistress madam. Thanking you kindly, mistress.'

I wish it was her dirty fishnets I was washing tonight (since I am not permitted to accompany said teasing tights to the cinema!) for at least then I would get to sniff the lubricious and horny, young blonde woman's female hormones on her feminine hosiery!

























2. Painted or Hairy?

The public footslave kisses his Asian masters’ feet:

























Be they feminine and painted:



























Or masculine and hairy:



























He must show them equal respect, for he is just a slave – and be they pedicured or bristly, they are the feet of his mocking masters and betters:






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