Lying Under Mistress Mariama's Socks

Tale No. 2 – Lying Under Mistress Mariama’s Socks

A reworking of one of the short stories contained in Footslaves' Tales Volume 1 

‘I have been mistress Mariama’s personal footslave for 3 years. My mistress is a 25 year-old African woman, who was born and brought up in West Africa but has lived in Europe for some 5 years now. She still has a thick West African accent.

My mistress is very beautiful – tall and slim, with dark brown eyes and long, black hair. More importantly for me as her footslave, her feet, ankles and legs are also beautiful. Her feet are quite wide and large and fit my face perfectly. She told me she had chosen me because my ugly face was just the right size to serve as her foot rest.

Mistress Mariama likes to spend a lot of her time resting her feet on my face – particularly in the evenings, when her feet are at their sweatiest after her long day waitressing in a restaurant, and she is relaxing in front of the television, or talking to her friends on the phone, or reading a book or magazine.

It is her habit to have me lie on my back on the floor under her comfortable chair, with my face sticking out directly under her feet. Sometimes she rests both of her feet on my upturned face simultaneously. But usually she alternates between her right foot and left foot. As I explained, her sweaty feet cover my face perfectly. She likes to insert a ball-gag into my mouth so that she can massage the sole of her foot on it. This means that her heel will be resting on my chin whilst her toes cover my nose and eyes. The ball-gag also forces me to breathe through my nose, thereby ensuring that I have to breathe in her stinky foot odour. My clever mistress has thought of everything.

Sometimes my mistress likes to rest her bare feet on my face. When she does so I have the inestimable privilege of both feeling, and seeing close-up, the tiny lines and wrinkles in her wonderful, soft, feminine, brown foot-flesh. I can also feel her footsweat being transferred directly onto my slave face as she rubs her beautiful bare foot up and down.

However my mistress often likes to rest her socked feet on my face – and I actually prefer that. Why? Let me explain:

My mistress likes to wear sneakers and ankle boots, and she always wears socks with them – either thick, ankle socks inside her black, zip-up boots or short, no-show, thin sneaker socks inside her sweaty white sneakers. These socks help to keep her feet comfortable inside her boots and sneakers, but they can also make her feet sweat a lot. My mistress has lots of pairs of socks of all different colours. They are made from various different materials (nylon, cotton, wool etc) and each pair has its own distinctive pattern in the stitching. I like this variety as it means a different pair of socks is resting on my face almost every night of the week.

What do I like about it so much? Well, first of all there is the sight of the socked foot resting on my face. If it is one of her white socks I can see the yellow sweat stains, usually on the area underneath her toes, where the bacteria in her foot-sweat has accumulated and caused the sock to discolour. I can also see areas of black staining on the sock where the inner lining of her boot or shoe has reacted with the sweat.

If she is wearing dark-coloured socks I may not be able to see such stains so clearly, but if the socks are well-worn I will be able to observe little patches where the stitching is beginning to wear away, giving me a glimpse of her beautiful brown foot-flesh inside the sock. Of course, once the material of the sock has worn away completely, and a hole has appeared in the base of the sock, my mistress will throw it away as it is no longer comfortable for her to wear. But I do love the sight of old socks that are just beginning to wear. The imperfections remind me that I am fit only to act as a footrest for my mistress’s stinky, well-worn socks.

If my mistress is wearing patterned or multi-coloured socks, again I have the privilege of studying the pattern of the different colours as she rests her foot on my face. I can observe close-up how the colours interact. And, of course, there is the actual pattern of the stitching on the underside of her sock – usually very fine, but from my humble vantage point I can nevertheless see every individual stitch. Sometimes I attempt to count the stitches – but it is a near impossible task as my mistress is constantly either rubbing her foot up and down on my ball-gag or flexing her toes within the sock.

Furthermore, whenever she flexes her foot I can see how the sock creases and moves. I can also observe little balls of sock lint as they fall off the underside of her sock onto my dirty, slave face. All of these sights fill my field of vision whenever mistress Mariama is resting her socked foot on my face.

And then there is the feel of her sock on my face. The material invariably feels soft (as do her bare feet). But it can also feel damp - or even crusty, particularly around the toes, when the socks are particularly sweaty. I like this – for it means that my face can also have the honour of drying my mistress’s sweaty socks. As she rubs her foot up and down the sweaty dampness is transferred onto my ugly, slave face - where it belongs.

Above all, of course, there is the smell. Please don’t misunderstand me – I don’t enjoy the smell of my mistress’s stinky, socked feet. Nobody could actually like the smell of human foot-sweat. It is intrinsically unpleasant – a bacterial reaction replicating the aroma of mouldy cheese mixed with sour vinegar. But I do like the humiliation of having to smell and to sniff her stinky foot odour. It puts me in my place – reminds me that I am the lowest of the low – my slave nostrils fit only to act as a receptacle for my mistress’s foot and sock-stink.

How she must despise me to treat me in this way – but it is perfectly proper that she should do so. For I am nothing but her sock-slave, fit only to lie on the floor with my dirty, slave face beneath her socked feet absorbing her superior foot-sweat.

Later, if I am lucky, she will remove the ball-gag from my mouth and order me to take off her socks and wash them in my slave mouth. Then I will have the privilege of tasting her socks – as the saltiness of the footsweat is squeezed out from the damp material onto my slave tongue and then down my slave throat.

Of course, my inadequate mouth can only ever provide a pre-wash. It can never hope to wash the socks properly to the point where they are fit to grace her beautiful feet again – so I will also have to subsequently wash them by hand. Nevertheless I take pride in the fact that, sometimes, after they have been inside my mouth for several hours, the yellow sweat stains around the underside of the toes on her white socks will have disappeared. What a privilege for a humble footslave such as myself to drink my mistress’s footsweat from her dirty, white sneaker socks!

Yes, I do like serving at my African princess’s socked feet. I sometimes wish I could say that I can also hear her socks. Then all of my senses – sight, touch, smell, taste and hearing - could be said to be dominated by my mistress’s socks. Still, four out of five isn’t bad!’