Teaching Me My Place
My new master and mistress are teaching me my place as their household footslave. Whilst the master-sir relaxes with his outstretched, booted feet resting on my kneeling back, his wife, my mistress, whom I believe is some sort of security-guard officer by profession, is standing over me with a whip in her hand whilst she presses down on the back of my neck with one of her feet, still clad in her work shoes and socks.
She is kindly explaining to me that I must obey everything she and her husband say, and that if I don’t I will get hurt as they will whip me, and their whip is ‘very sore’. She further explains that I must remain permanently on my hands and knees and must look only at their feet. I must kiss their feet every time they enter or leave my presence as, indeed, I must kiss the feet of all their guests. I am to call her ‘mistress’ or ‘mistress madam’ and her husband ‘master’ or ‘master sir’. The same goes for their guests.
I am never to leave the house, and my household chores will include washing her and her husband’s dirty socks; cleaning their dirty shoes and boots; washing their bare feet; cutting their toenails; massaging their feet; and doing all of the housework – apart from the cooking, which the mistress says she likes to do herself. I myself shall only be permitted to eat their leftovers if there are any, as they ‘can’t afford’ to buy separate slave food for me. So there may well be days when I get nothing to eat – but (my mistress explains) she doesn’t give a damn if I go hungry, since I’m just a slave.
She then asks me whether I have understood everything, and I reply, most humbly and in a manner befitting a slave, that, although I am stupid, I have heard and understood the mistress’s kind and clear instructions, and I confirm that it will be an honour for me to serve her, my mistress, and her husband, my master-sir. I also point out that I recognise even the sweaty microbes in their socks are a higher lifeform than me, and that I trust I know my place – which is on my knees, on the floor, obeying everything they say.
The mistress kindly agrees not to whip me right now in view of my evident humility and submissiveness, but warns me again that her household whip shall never be far from my back. As soon as she removes her heavy foot from the nape of my neck, I kiss her shoe and respectfully nuzzle her black sock, as a demonstration of my devotion to her and to her footwear. Later I do the same towards the master sir, and thus begins my lifetime of footslavery in their superior, Gynarchy household.
