Patheticus Minimus 3D

Of course, many people simply ignore me as they walk down the street, more’s the pity. They may not have time to stop for a feet-kissing or a shoelicking, as they have such busy lives to lead. Just imagine kissing all those fabulous feet, though! A trio of friends ignore me They have somewhere to go! A gaggle of girls take selfies... ...as their feet click-clack on by me in their high heels! A master-sir and his pretty girlfriend... ...are deep in conversation with one another as their feet walk on by me Another group of companions... ...steadfastly ignore me. Public footslaves like me are such a common sight on the streets of the Gynarchy! A bright young woman glances in my direction, but continues on by. Oh to get my menial mouth on those pink boots! Another couple. deep in conversation, ignore me A young woman cycles on by me A passing shopper-mistress is deep in thought. As am I - oh to tongueshine those black leather boots!

‘Clean my boots please, slave’ Her voice is timid; gentle; apologetic almost. And her soft Indian accent betrays that she is not a native of these parts. I must put her at her ease, and convince her that it will be my honour and privilege to lick clean her dirty boots.  I therefore gush forth praise upon her, assuring her of my devotion and duty towards her dirty boots, whilst at the same time extolling the virtues of her flowery-themed socks, the tops of which are just visible to me thanks to her helpfully hitching up her right trouser-leg.  Here’s what I actually say to her: ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you, pretty mistress, praise be upon you mistress! Truly this slave will be honoured to lick-clean your boots, madam, for they are such pretty boots, miss. And your socks, miss! Oh your socks! Truly your socks look magnificent atop your boots, madam, if you will forgive me madam, thanking you kindly miss?’ Now brusquely, she tells me to ‘shut up and get a move on...

Another Japanese master-sir approaches me from down the street. It being a stiflingly hot summer’s day, he stops to have his feet kiss-refreshed by my menial, municipal mouth. I therefore taste his personal footsweat on my lowly lips, as befits a slave kissing his master’s feet, though this master-sir is, obviously, just one of many whom I must serve on a daily basis. Kissing feet, the feet of strangers, male and female, is my daily bread and butter - along with their toejam and footsweat! A public footslave like me has no choice over who stops by and uses him Masters and mistresses are fully entitled to avail themselves of his lowly, feetkissing services So, as soon as the Japanese master-sir presents his foot to my face, I must, by Law, pucker up and kiss-refresh it! I humbly embrace the master-sir's big toe with my lowly lips... ...the big toe of a stranger, whom I have never met before! But it is a stranger, and a big toe, that must be shown the utmost  slavish respect! Passer...