Office Chair Slave
Here we see an 'at chair' office footslave kneeling obediently behind his office-mistress and staring at the backs of her office boots whilst she is seated high above him at her office desk.
Actually, he is staring at a tiny slither of her pure, white office bootsock on her left ankle, as the Law states that, whenever a part of a mistress's sock is visible, a footslave must always focus on that sock, this being the most intimate and personal item of a lady's footwear. Thus he is studying the rows of stitching in her white sock, and memorising the various subliminal creases and folds that come and go in the top of her sock as the female wearer goes about her daily business high above him (since he may be asked questions on her sock later to prove his sockslavish-attentiveness).
It is true that, from his lowly angle of vision, just the tiniest hint of his lovely office-mistress's soft, bare legskin is visible above the sock, but the slave is genuinely not focussed on that. He is well trained and only has eyes for sock. Which is probably just as well because, as we can see from the somewhat faded whip scars on his naked back, his office-mistress is not averse to punishing him harshly should he ever fail in his duty to study and admire her socks. And rightly so, for a slave must show respect for his office mistress at all times.
Indeed, this particular slave is most admiring indeed of his pretty office-mistress, and aspires to become her personal, household footservant - thus not just able to study and look at her socks whilst she is wearing them inside her office boots during the daytime, but permitted also to touchher socks as he puts them on her pretty feet and ankles first thing in the morning, and then takes them off again for her last thing at night. Not to mention sniffing and mouthwashing them as part of his regular, household sock-laundry duties.
But, for now, he must simply keep his head down and content himself with looking at female sock. Pathetically, he has spotted a tiny piece of black fluff stuck to the white surface of her sock, and he is busy pondering how the black fluff came to be there. Could it possibly be cross-contamination from one of her boyfriend’s black socks? Do they share a sock drawer at home? Or is it office-based fluff? It’s pathetic, isn’t it, but these are the sorts of things a lowly footslave’s mind must obsess with!
He is permitted to let his mind wander a bit - providing it remains resolutely focussed on sock. Thus he can also ponder what his office-mistress's white bootsocks will be doing during her free time this evening. It's Friday, so perhaps she will be going out on a hot date with her aforementioned, black-socked, manly boyfriend? A trip to the cinema and/or a restaurant for a slap-up meal? Or merely cosying up on the sofa next to her boyfriend's black-socked feet - playing sock-footsie with him as they cuddle up together in front of the television?
Whatever her precious socks are doing tonight, the office chair slave won't be with them, for he must remain permanently on his hands and knees behind his office-mistress's empty chair. The only socks he will be seeing tonight - and throughout the forthcoming weekend - are those of the office cleaners, though he must, of course, show equal respect towards them also, since they are the socks of superior females.
The eagle-eyed amongst you will no doubt have spotted that the mistress’s other socktop on her right foot is likewise visible from certain angles, and you may be wondering, therefore, why the stupid slave isn’t contemplating and studying that sock also? Well, basically, it’s because he is thick – being a mere slave – and his menial mind is only capable of concentrating on one female sock at a time! Furthermore, as we have already noted above, he has become fixated on that tiny piece of black fluff stuck to the upper surface of his mistress’s left sock. Perhaps he fears being punished for ‘allowing’ it to become attached to his office-mistress’s sock? Whatever, he really is, pathetically, a ‘one sock at a time’ kind of footslave!
And so we leave him, down amongst the boots and socks of his betters. For the next few days he will have nothing but the memory of his office-mistress's socks to contemplate, so let's leave him to study her white socktop in detail, and to ruminate on what a lowly, humble creature he is - a mere studier of young women's socks.
