The Halloween party had been divine. They always were at Cyril's place. But now it was time to go. She just needed to find the host to thank him and say goodbye. Yes, she needed to do that, and then find her shoes. Oddly enough, she couldn't remember taking them off, nor where she'd put them. But, first things first, she would find Cyril.<div><br /></div><div>She found him talking with some of the other guests. They were all attractive women, who stood around him in striking costumes. Despite whatever else they wore, none of them had anything on their feet. Now that she thought about it, were all the guests women? And were they all barefoot? No, that couldn't be right. But, then, it did seem to be that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>She caught Cyril's eye. Or, no, he caught hers. He smiled and said something. She smiled back, feeling suddenly content and at ease beneath his gaze. She blinked,&nbsp;feeling as if she had momentarily blacked out. Hadn't she come over here to say something? And then after, wasn't there something she needed to do? Wasn't there something she needed to find?</div><div><br /></div><div>No, she thought, looking down at herself. She didn't need to find anything. Nothing was missing. She didn't have anything she needed to do, nor anywhere else she needed to be. She would stay here at Cyril's party. She would stay by his side for as long as he wanted. And she would blissfully attend her master like the submissive, obedient, barefoot slave that she was....</div>