Food For Thought

I kneel obediently next to my mistress's boots and socks beneath the restaurant table as she enjoys a burger with her husband above me. There is, of course, no food for me to eat (even though I am hungry!). But I do have plenty of food for thought, such as:

• Will I be whipped later because of those creases in my mistress's socks?
• How sweaty must her socks be, now that they have been on her feet, inside her boots, for several hours?
• Her boots are street-filthy! Shall I get the blame for that also later? And shall I be required to lick off the dirt?
• My mistress, and her husband - my master-sir, are infinitely better than me. I am fit only to study their shoes, boots and socks beneath the table whilst they happily consume their meals
• My mistress's feet, boots, shoes and socks are my priority, however, being the boots and socks of my owner. I am the trash at her feet. God bless my pretty mistress!

Obediently studying my mistress's boots and socks beneath the burger-restaurant table

There is no food for me; only food for thought!

I'm worried that I shall have to lickshine my mistress's dirty boots later!

I'm also worried that I may get the blame for the creases in her socks

A slave is held accountable for the state of his mistress's socks at all times - both on and off her feet!

And rightly so, for he is her footslave, after all!

My fate, therefore, very much lies in my mistress's boots and socks!

Such a humbling position to be in...

...at the mercy of a young woman's boots and socks!

Of course, the Law states that I must also 'have regard for' her husband's shoes and socks

But my primary focus must remain on my mistress's feet and footwear - since she is my owner!

And a very pretty owner she is too...

...though cruel!

Which is a compliment in the Gynarchy

Cruel mistresses are considered the best slave owners...

...since they give their slaves plenty of food for thought!