Pink-Masked Footfool


I am a pink-masked, personal footfool to a bright and intelligent, young woman who goes by the name of mistress Aneka madam. Here you see me kneeling behind her boots and socks on the floor of a bus as she is seated beside her manly boyfriend, master Philip sir.

The pink footfool mask was master Philip’s idea, and I should be very grateful to him as it helps me to be a better footslave in the following ways:

·        It hides my ugly face from my betters so they don’t have to look at it
·        It anonymises me, meaning that as far as everyone else is concerned I’m just another pink-masked footfool – one of thousands. It effectively makes me a nothing and a nobody, with no personality
·        Being a pink and dirty mask, it shames me
·        It prevents me from hearing any outside noise, and thus from eavesdropping on my betters’ conversation high above me
·        It likewise prevents me from touching, or even sniffing, my beautiful mistress’s boots and socks throughout the day, thereby increasing my longing and yearning for them. I must wait until my master or mistress unlock my face from the humiliating mask before I am able to kiss, lick and/or nuzzle my mistress’s superb boots and socks. It thus keeps me in a constant state of footslavish frustration
·        I can, however, see out of the mask, so I can still study my mistress’s boots and socks throughout the day – examine the dirt that I shall no doubt be required to lick off her black leather boots as soon as the mask is removed; or study the creases and folds in her bright red socks that I shall be required to smooth and nuzzle with my footslave nose once I am (temporarily) liberated from my demeaning, pink mask

Meanwhile my mistress Aneka only has eyes for her magnificent boyfriend, and I barely even register in her thoughts. I’m just a thing that crawls behind her boots and socks all day whilst she is wearing them, and then sniffs and licks them at night after she has taken them off her feet and whilst she is snuggled up beside her handsome boyfriend in their shared bed. No wonder she, and her boyfriend, despise me! Don’t you?









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