Inside The Footbox

A footbox is a sealed box containing a public footslave and inside which a mistress can rest her feet whilst she is seated comfortably above said box, knowing that the slave is obliged to study her feet and footwear in great detail without any distractions – thereby giving him a truly humbling sense of his own self-worthlessness and the superiority of her female footwear.

Here we see one such public footbox-slave studying the feet and footwear of his latest customer-mistress inside a public footbox.

·     Needless to say, inside the box (which contains two female-leg-sized apertures in the lid for the mistress to project her feet through) the slave can not only focus with his eyes on the superior footwear of the mistress, but also with his nose – since the smell of her sneaker leather, and potentially also her socks, is largely sealed inside the box. True, the box contains some additional, small air holes in the top, to enable the slave to keep breathing, but the air that he breathes is very much polluted with the leathery-sweaty smell of his customer-mistresses’ everyday shoes and socks.

·     The slave is NOT, however, permitted to kiss or lick the superior footwear in front of his lowly face – unless he is given specific permission to do so through a microphone speaker fitted inside the box e.g. if the mistress wants him to taste where she has been walking in her dirty sneakers

·     Other than that, his duty is to merely study the mistress’s sneakers and socks – to think about them and admire them. There is a light inside the box which highlights the contours and features of the mistress’s footwear on her feet, thus facilitating the footbox slave in his humble endeavour.

·     In the current case, the footbox-slave must surely begin by studying the dirt on the outsides of the mistress’s sneakers, and by contemplating where it has come from? It would greatly help him, of course, if he were permitted to tastesaid dirt, but, hitherto at any rate, no such female permission has been forthcoming. So he must rely on his senses of sight and smell to discern the nature and provenance of the dirt stains on the outsides of this young woman’s sneakers – plus¸ of course, his in-depth knowledge of shoe and boot dirt that comes from being an experienced footbox slave of many years’ incarceration!

·     Based on all these factors, the slave is satisfied that the sneaker dirt is merely the accumulated, largely ingrained, common-or-garden streetdirt that any young woman would inevitably pick up on her sneakers just by going about her daily business. He notes, though, that some of the dirt has reached as high as the laces and even the tongues of the red, blue and white sneakers, and from this he surmises that the mistress must have been walking through puddles of muddy rainwater. It’s a humbling thought for him!

·     For all their dirt, he recognises that they are a very nice pair of sneakers, and the mistress is sitting somewhat pigeon-toed, which only serves to enhance still further the beauty of her sneakered feet.

·     Looking higher up at her socks, beneath her raised jean hems, the slave is thrilled to observe a pair of dark blue, cotton socks with diamond-patterned stitching – stitching which affords him little veiled glimpses of the customer-mistress’s soft, brown, feminine foot and ankleflesh underneath. As if that weren’t honour enough for a slave, the socks also contain multitudinous little pink heart logos inside each diamond-framed area of sock stitching – though, needless to say, the slave knows the superior wearer of the socks has no love towards him; especially since she has never met him and has no idea what he even looks like, with his humble head trapped unseen inside the footbox! Nevertheless, the pink heart logos give him something to concentrate on, as they are a humbling reminder to him that these are female socks on a pair of shapely feminine ankles. Right now, he is the footslave of a girl who wears girly socks! Ha! Ha! What an impotent fool he must feel – with his subhuman head stuck inside a box with a girl’s dirty sneakers and socks; and whilst she is still wearing them! Not that the socks look all that dirty. Unlike the sneakers, they appear to be a fresh pair of socks on her feet?

·     Oh if only the mistress would take off her sneakers and permit his footbox to fill with the aroma of her socked feet. Then he would know for sure how fresh, or otherwise, the pink-heart themed, blue cotton socks actually are! Or, even better still, she could honour him with the smell of her bare feet! Some of his ‘customers’ do so – though rarely, since such privileges are ordinarily reserved for personalfootslaves in the home!

·     And so, unless a miracle happens, he will have to just be satisfied with his slave’s-eye view of her cotton socktops, and try to imagine what they must smell like!

·     He’ll be doing this for hours, so do stick around if you enjoy watching him watching a girl’s sneakers and socks. I expect he’ll start counting the visible sock stitches soon, and will then try to calculate the overall number of stitches in her socks. Ha! Ha! Good luck with that, slave! What a fool! What a humble head!