Patheticus Minimus 3D

 ' Eyes down, slave! Look only at your mistress’s socks!’ ‘Yes, master Simon sir. I obey you, master Simon sir.’ Master Simon sir’s booming, masterful voice reminds me of my humble place at his wife’s feet as he lovingly embraces her high above me.  ' Eyes down, slave!...  ...Look only at your mistress’s socks!’ ‘Yes, master Simon sir. I obey you, master Simon sir.’ The master sir's booming, manly voice reminds me of my duties... ...to study his wife's SOCKS! Even though the little, decorative love hearts on those socks are most definitely NOT directed at me! I'm just their slave! Of course, the Law states I must 'have regard for' my master Simon's socks as well... ...since they are the socks of the man who is my mistress's sexual partner His socks are therefore my joint owners, along with his wife's socks But it is the female  socks I must focus on right now... ...as I have been so manfully ordered to do!

Whilst my mistress Mukta fills her already superior, A-grade mind with yet further knowledge, I kneel and study her socks – which represent the limit of my menial mind’s Z-grade capacity. The intricacies of her sock stitching are the most complex things my inferior slave-mind can absorb. My mistress Mukta is currently attending further education classes to augment her already impressive female knowledge! She is the epitome of an A Grade student! I, meanwhile, her Z grade footslave, must kneel and study her socks... ...in a forlorn effort to better understand the intricacies and complexities of her superior sock stitching My menial, footslave mind is incapable of thinking about anything other than my mistress's socks... ...and how I might better serve them! I therefore diligently study each individual stitch in the visible area of her sock... ...and close my ears to the lecture on Philosophy going on over my head I can never hope to comprehend complex philosophical concepts (unlike ...

Unlike my master Simon sir, who is a chain smoker, his wife – my mistress Mukta madam – is only a light smoker, though she does enjoy the occasional cigarette whilst conversing with her friends. Here you see her enjoying a sneaky cigarette with one of her good friends, Ms Arabella madam. Not that my mistress Mukta’s smoking habits are any of my damn business! My only business is to kneel, silently and unobtrusively, in between my mistress Mukta’s ankles studying her socks, and to ponder how, though I am not free to enjoy a cigarette, I am privileged to be in the presence of my mistress’s socked ankles. Kneeling between my mistress Mukta's socked ankles as she smokes and converses with her good friend, Ms Arabella madam The two girls, quite rightly, ignore me, as I am just an inferior being at their feet At such times, I am acutely aware of my lowliness and ignominious position... ...trapped between a girl's socked ankles! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! I'm just a gir...

On a bitterly cold night, a customer-mistress has me admire her stylish, yet practical, legwarmers. I wish she would kindly use them as my facewarmers! A young woman, well wrapped-up against the cold in her puffer jacket, leggings, bobble hat and legwarmers, approaches me confidently from across the frozen yard The closer she gets, the more I admire her thick legwarmers Thick, beige legwarmers, with lots of creases! The legwarmers, and accompanying dirty sneakers, stop directly in front of my freezing face Then the right sneaker is unceremoniously shoved towards my waiting, menial mouth... ...swiftly followed by the left The beige legwarmers tower masterfully over my humble sneaker-kissing head... ...as their pretty wearer looks down upon me... ...repeatedly switching her legs in front of my face! My humbling view of her foot, including a tantalising glimpse of plain grey sock underneath the legwarmer Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating!... ...To have a girl's creased legwarmers to...