Patheticus Minimus 3D

Young women of the Gynarchy never  expect to have to smooth out the wrinkles in their own socks - not when there are plenty of slaves around to perform such menial tasks for them!  She has haughtily ordered me to smooth out the wrinkles in her RIGHT SOCK She then stares vacantly into space as I go about my menial task And understandably so. She must surely have other things on her pretty mind than the wrinkles in her SOCKS? My menial mind, meanwhile, is firmly focused on the humble task in hand A humble task which is, simultaneously, a great privilege for a stupid slave like me... ...that of touching  a FEMALE SOCK! Right now, I am living in a lowly world of SOCK! SOCKS are the be-all and end-all of my lowly existence! I MUST do a good job on this SUPERIOR SOCK! My fickle fate is in the hands of these SOCKS! The SOCKS of a CUSTOMER-GODDESS! 'Hurry up, stupid slave! I haven't got all day!'... 'Yes, madam. I obey you, madam.'

‘Straighten the top of my right sock, slave... ...It’s slipped down inside my boot!’ ‘Obey my wife, stupid slave!...  ...Straighten her sock with your bony old fingers...  ...And make sure you don’t touch her skin!’ ‘Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. I will be a good sock straightener for your wife, sir.’ The happy couple look glumly and disparagingly down at me as I go about my humble task of straightening sock... ...something the pretty wearer of the sock would be perfectly capable of doing for herself! But why should she, when there is a pathetic, public shoelick slave who can do it for her? Gingerly, I lay my bony old fingers on the feminine soft SOCKTOP and set about gently pulling it up... ...under the fierce gaze of my betters! The master-sir duly asks his pretty wife if she is satisfied with my efforts? Mercifully, she replies that she is! I bow my humble head with a mixture of slavish shame and foolish, footslave pride... ...below the SOCK I have just straighte...

Misses Mukta and Arabella madams enjoy a late-night cigarette at the expense of my beauty sleep, as I must remain awake and alert next to their feet in case they require their SNEAKERS to be kissed or their SOCKS to be admired! Mind you, there's not much beauty to begin with in my pathetic, footslave face. All the beauty is in their footwear! Misses Mukta and Arabella madams have popped out for a sneaky, late-night cigarette... ...and a chat with one another I am not a party to the conversation, being a mere foot slavey But I must remain alert and awake next to their feet in case they require servicing Ms Arabella madam, I'm gratified to note, is wearing her ultra-short, plain black SNEAKER SOCKS... ...inside her RED SNEAKERS Whilst my mistress Mukta is wearing her ubiquitous RED, WHITE and BLUE SNEAKERS... ...with plain grey ANKLE SOCKS Truly, these are two beautiful pairs of SOCKS... ...worthy of my slavish focus and attention... ...as they stand in the back passageway... ......