Slave's Eye View
My mistress requires me to wear a footfool-mask whenever I am in her presence – largely because she cannot stand the sight of me. As you can see, I am wearing it now whilst I am dutifully kneeling behind her feet in the college library where she studies.
As you can also hopefully see, the mask somewhat restricts my view of the backs of my mistress’s socks and yet at the same time, paradoxically, it helps me to focus on her sock, by removing all extraneous distractions from my field of vision. Which is important, as my mistress’s socks are my life. There is nothing more important to me in this world than my mistress’s socks.
And so I silently kneel and study sock – the subliminal movements in the sock; the creases; the stitching; the elasticated top – both aided and hindered by my ignominious footfool-mask, whilst my superior mistress studies quantum physics on her computer high above me. Or she could just be checking her social media pages for all I know. That’s none of my business, really. My business is to study her socks.
