Nyloned Foot Massager

The slave is required to massage his mistress Karen’s sweaty-nyloned feet at the end of the sofa as she relaxes in the arms of her new, manly husband, master Phillip sir.

Points to note about this scene:

·         The body language of the mistress is very much such that she has turned her back on the slave. He is consigned to dealing with her nylon-sweaty feet, whereas her magnificent and handsome husband receives all her feminine love and attention. The message is clear – the slave means nothing to her. He is just her sweaty feet massager. She is barely aware of his humble presence, though, subliminally, his actions in massaging her feet must surely be causing her pleasure – pleasure which, one can only hope, make her feelings of libidinousness towards her manly husband even more pronounced?

·         As we have seen, there are two sides to mistress Karen madam – her loving side, and her harsh side. The slave only ever gets to see her cold and harsh side – as evidenced by the cane marks on his back! But her husband has his regular fill of her soft, warm and loving side. Still, at least Ms Karen’s feet are warm to the touch – warm and sweaty!

·         Note how the slave – humbled by the cane – is focussing with his head bowed on his mistress’s reinforced-nylon toes. He dare not even look her in the beautiful, fleshy leg above her knee-high nylons, since he is her footslave. By Law he must only concern himself with his mistress’s feet. He must not only massage them, but bathe them; pedicure them; kiss-respect them; and continuously think about them. For that’s all he’s good for.

·         One of the advantagesof nylons, from the slave’s humble perspective, is that, unlike with cotton or woollen socks, he can actually seehis mistress’s podgy-shaped toes underneath – so he can thus more accurately massage her toes as he can observe that which he is rubbing

·         The major disadvantageof nylons is the vinegary stink that is now wafting up his humbly kneeling nose – stink occasioned by the moisture retaining, sweat absorbing qualities of nylon, remembering that these reinforced nyloned toes have been festering inside Ms Karen madam’s boots all day. Only now can they ‘breathe’, and as they exhale their stink the slave must inhale it and simultaneously feel it transfer onto his fumbling fingers. His hands quickly come to reek of his mistress’s nylon-foot stink.

·         And, of course, there are other sweaty smells he must contend with – to wit, the master’s black socks which are worryingly close to the slave’s face, since the happy couple have both taken off their shoes. The slave, it should be noted, might be required to massage his master’s socked feet in due course, but only if mistress Karen madam orders him to. This being a Gynarchy, master Phillip sir has no authority of his own to order the slave to massage his socks. Only mistress Karen, his wife, can order the household footslave to do so!

·         In addition to the couples’ respective nyloned and socked feetsmells, the slave must contend with the residual stink emanating from their nearby shoes. Indeed, if we look deep down inside one of Ms Karen madam’s divested ankleboots we can see the stale sweat stains on the inner lining of her boot. That’s got to be adding to the overall aroma of sweaty footstink surrounding the slave at the far end of the sofa? At the other end of the sofa, of course, master Phillip sir can smell nothing other than his lovely wife’s sweet perfume from her fragranced upper body – the part of her body he, being a real man, is most interested in.

·         Ms Karen’s whippy cane lies next to the happy couple on the sofa, ready to deliver its fearsome bite to the slave’s naked back should he fail to satisfy his mistress with his feet-massaging efforts. Needless to say, should the worst happen – and he damages or snags the mistress’s delicate, finest-denier nylons with his fingernails, he can expect a severe public whipping at the town whipping-post (she is a part time magistrate, after all!) Perhaps that’s why he is, wisely, concentrating his efforts on the doubly-sweaty, reinforced area of nylon over her toes – less likely to tear?

And so we must discreetly leave this happy scene before the master and mistress’s foreplay develops into full-blown sexual intercourse. They will happily and unashamedly make love to one another in front of the impotent footslave, since he’s just a household object; a thing. He therefore doesn’t count. But they wouldn’t want anyone else to be witnesses to their intimacy.

I wonder whether Ms Karen madam will keep her nylons on during sex, or will she simply stuff them inside the footslave’s mouth for a good soaking?