Patheticus Minimus 3D

The more I must lickshine my regular customers' footwear, the more fond I grow of them. For these people are all my betters. Here you see me fondly lickshining the sneakers of regular customer Ms Bhavisana, who has grown to despise  me every bit as much as I have grown fond of her. And rightly so, for, as I said, she is better than me. 'You shine sneaker. Lick off dirt. You clean, slave!... '...You clean shoe well, or I WHIP!' 'Yes, Ms Bhavisana madam. At once, Ms Bhavisana madam.' I set my tongue to work straight away, for I know Ms Bhavisana means what she says. Many of the stripes on my shoulders were painted by her on previous visits to my shoelick chair! Better to diligently LICK SHOE, than FEEL WHIP! Plus, of course, I must humbly and reverentially study her SOCK! For it is a SOCK of GREATNESS... ...the SOCK of my SUPERIOR I am not fit to look at, or even think  about, Ms Bhavisana above her SOCK! She knows it, I know it, and even passers-by know it! No w...

A Righteous mistress supervises an old slavey as he tidies up the barn. The fact that she is heavily pregnant does not prevent her from using the WHIP on the slave. He knows it, and as a consequence, makes sure to frequently kiss his pretty mistress's BOOTS! Supervising the old slavey in the barn Said old slavey knows only too well that his mistress likes to have her BOOTS kiss-respected He therefore does so frequently... ...all under the shadow of the WHIP, of course! Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP... ...even though it brings him perilously close to his pretty mistress's SOCKS! SOCKS that own  him! Righteous SOCKS... ...the SOCKS of a Righteous mistress! The Righteous are known for their strong belief in the use of the WHIP to keep a slave in line! And this Righteous mistress is no exception! Being heavily pregnant won't stop her from wielding the WHIP! And so the old slavey is very wise to pay his humble respects to her BOOTS! The Righteous mistress's WHIP is prim...

My master Simon sir looks on with manly pride at his lovely wife as she introduces their friend, Ms Emelia madam, to me – their household sock slavey: ‘This is our sock slavey, Emelia. Simon and I call him ‘sockieboy’, or sometimes ‘sockies’ for short, as he must permanently serve our socks – putting them on and taking them off our feet; straightening them around our ankles; mouthwashing them after we’ve worn them, and so on. He has to think about our socks all the time and is not allowed to look at us above our socks, or at our friends above their socks! Show him your socks, Emelia, while you make him kiss your feet!’ Ms Emelia duly stretches forth her right, sneakered foot beneath my kneeling face: ‘Kiss my foot, slave. And look at my sock.’ ‘Yes, Ms Emelia madam. At once, Ms Amelia madam.’ ‘Praise and bless Ms Emelia’s sock while you’re kissing her sneaker, sockieboy!’, barks My mistress Mukta down at me with her husband’s evident approval. Mindful of my mistress’s WHIP ...