Patheticus Minimus 3D

Of course, not all my customers are regulars, and it’s always nice to encounter a new pair of BOOTS or SHOES requiring a lick and a shine, especially when their owner is haughty and dismissive towards me, as befits a BETTER dealing with an UNDERLING. 'Clean my shoes, slave. Clean off all the filfth, and that!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, pretty mistress madam.' I put my tongue to work... ...licking off the customer's vile shoedirt from the surfaces of her SNEAKERS She watches me derisively from on high - as befits a BETTER observing an UNDERLING! 'Lick the UNDER, stupid slave!... The UNDER!' I immediately move my tongue down to the DIRTY SOLE of the angry customer's SHOE... ...and taste where she has been, in the face of her SOCK! I really am in the POWER of, and at the MERCY of, her SHOES and SOCKS! This is where I belong - licking the SHOES of my BETTERS! I'm just an UNDERLING, with my UNDERLING TONGUE underneath the customer's DIRTY SHOE! A...

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam always knows her exact, not to say exacting, requirements, and is never shy about expressing them: Regular customer Ms Mukta madam always knows her exact, not to say exacting, requirements, and is never shy about expressing them: ‘Yo feet slavey, I want my booties properly lickshined. Make sure your tongue gets into every nook and cranny in the leather and licks off all the dirt, including on the unders!’ ‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. It will be my privilege and honour to taste where you have been, miss.’  and licks off all the dirt, including on the unders!’ ‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. It will be my privilege and honour to taste where you have been, miss.’ The familiar BOOTS and SOCKS of regular customer Ms Mukta madam climb up onto the shoelick chair ‘Yo feet slavey, I want my booties properly lickshined. Make sure your tongue gets into every nook and cranny in the leather ...' ‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At on...

If there’s one thing that is guaranteed to reduce me to a state of abject quivering, it’s when my mistress Mukta reaches for her WHIP! Here you see me desperately kissing her SOCKS as she unhooks the WHIP from the wall of her basement. I can only hope and pray that the feel of my penitent lips on her SOCK will elicit sweet feminine mercy in her (but it never does!) I am reduced to a state of abject quivering and sock-kissing as my mistress reaches for her WHIP! I can only hope and pray that my abject sock-kissing will elicit sweet mercy in her! Though it never  does! I kiss the CREASES in her SOCKED ANKLE! This is my only forlorn hope of clemency! Better to KISS SOCK than FEEL WHIP, in my humble estimation! As you can see, my abject SOCK-KISSING has failed to work in the past! Once my mistress Mukta is minded to WHIP, nothing  will prevent her from doing so! Her hands reach for the WHIP on the wall The WHIP, I say... ...the WHIP! 'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam! Oh beg! Not ...