Theatre Role

In the theatre, my humble role is to kneel on the floor next to my mistress’s feet and to study her BOOTS and SOCKS whilst she enjoys the performance seated beside her manly husband.

Master and mistress have kindly fitted me with an ignominious ‘footfool mask’ to help me concentrate on my demeaning task, as it allows me to concentrate on my mistress’s BOOTS and SOCKS without any distractions. The mask both limits my lowly field of vision and blocks out any noise from my ears other than any of my mistress’s barked orders which I can hear via a discreet, internal intercom inside the mask. Not that my magnificent mistress has anything to say to me right now. She’s much too focused on enjoying the play, and rightly so!

For my humble part, I’m glad I can’t hear or see the play, as there is nothing more important in my lowly life than my mistress Mukta’s BOOTS and SOCKS!

Master and mistress are enjoying the theatre performance, whilst I focus on my mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS

Mistress is totally enraptured by the performance...

...whilst I am totally enraptured by her SOCKS!

My ignominious footfool mask helps to block out any distractions from my menial mind

All I can see is SOCK inside BOOT

I humbly and silently count the visible stitches in my mistress's brown SOCKS, as befits a sock slavey!

I must not allow myself to be distracted by the master's SOCKS right now...

...magnificent man though he is, and the one who oftentimes wields the WHIP across my back!

No, for now at least, I am under strict sockieboy orders to study my mistress's SOCKS

And I really have no excuse not to, given my footfool mask!

Better to obediently STUDY BROWN COTTON SOCK, than to feel BLACK LEATHER WHIP!


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