Walking Her Slave

It’s early evening, and Ms Mukta Madam is out walking her slave around some local wasteland when she bumps into two of her friends, Arabella and George. The slave immediately assumes his ‘at rest’ position which is to kneel curled up in a humble and discreet ball of submissiveness behind his mistress’s sneakered heels whilst his betters exchange pleasantries and engage in a happy conversation with one another high above him.

Points to note about this scene:

·     The slave remains dutifully focussed on the backs of his mistress’s socks, even though they are a relatively ‘boring’ plain grey pair of socks, and even though he is now in the vicinity of a delightful pair of bright, feminine, flowery bootsocks belonging to his mistress’s interlocutor – Ms Arabella Madam. He must surely be sorely tempted to look at Ms Arabella’s flowery socks, but is clearly a well-trained, loyal and obedient footslave to his mistress Mukta! Mind you, that brown leather whip coiled up in her right hand probably has something to do with it – if the sore-looking whip marks on the slave’s bended back are anything to go by?

·     Said whip may be perilously close to master George sir’s genitalia at the present time, but he has no fear of the female whip. He knows that, as a free male, and as the consort of a beautiful young woman – Ms Arabella – he can never be subjected to the almighty sting of the female whip. He is therefore perfectly relaxed in the company of these two young women. Indeed, he very much enjoys the company of young women, in general. They keep him feeling young and virile – unlike the impotent and celibate male slave who must constantly kneel in the dirt down amongst young women’s feet.

·     Although master George sir is permitted to join in the happy conversation between the two female friends, the slave most definitely is not permitted to participate – not even to eavesdrop on what they are saying. That’s because, by law, he must concentrate entirely on his mistress’s feet, shoes and socks.

·     Although his mistress Mukta is wearing plain and ordinary-looking, grey cotton socks inside her sneakers, there is still much for the footslave to study and admire in them, to wit the vertical lines of stitching in the soft, grey, cotton material; the subliminal creases and folds which come and go in his mistress’s socks as she subconsciously moves her feet around whilst conversing with her two friends; and, of course, the knowledge that they have been inside these sneakers and on her feet all day, garnishing her precious feminine foot moisture as it oozes out of her footpores and onto the inner surfaces of her socks, creating a vinegary, bacterial smell which he shall no doubt be required to inhale later when his mistress is relaxing on her sofa with her socked feet resting on the nape of his kneeling neck!

If truth be told the pathetic slave can hardly wait for the conversation amongst his betters high above him to end so that he can accompany his mistress home to sneakered heel and then immerse himself in her sweaty sock stink as she relaxes on her sofa. In the meantime, however, he continues to stare at, study, think about and idolise his mistress’s plain grey anklesocks on her feet. That’s because her socks are his life, and he knows he is honoured to be in their plain grey presence!