Patheticus Minimus 3D

My magnificent master sir has me kiss-respect his feet in front of his pretty girlfriend by way of displaying his machismo. The young woman, I’m pleased to say, is suitably impressed by her handsome boyfriend’s slave ownership and mastery. For my humble part, I am just glad to be of such humble service to my fantastic, godlike master-sir. ‘Kiss my foot, boy!’ ‘Sir, yes master sir. At once, master sir. Sir, I kiss your ankle right next to your sock, sir. Sir, please don’t beat me, master sir. Sir, your WHIP, sir!’ My superb master-sir, WHIP in hand, orders me to kiss his foot in front of his pretty girlfriend She seems suitably impressed at her boyfriend's mastery over me! And rightly so, for I'm just a grovelling slave in the dirt... ...desperately kissing his master's boot... ...next to his SOCK I can see the individual lines of STITCHING, and the BOBBLING in my master sir's well-worn SOCK! But it's the SOCKS of his pretty girlfriend that are actually preying t...

Nowadays, my esteemed customers tend to be more interested in the contents of their phones than they are in me. And rightly so, for their phones contain valuable information, whereas I am just licking the dirt off their shoes or boots! Mind you, I'm not complaining, for it means I can take more surreptitious glances at their SOCKS without them noticing! A typical customer focused on the contents of her phone, rather than my tongue's ministrations on her shoes! And rightly so, for I'm sure the contents of her phone are of much more importance to her... ...than the dirt on the soles of her shoes! I don't mind that I am being ignored, for it means I can focus my lowly eyes on the customer's SOCKS! I can literally look up her socks with impunity, since she isn't watching my every move! The socks of a GODDESS! Thick, black SOCKS, with a fabulous weave! Of course, I must still lickshine the bottoms of her soles... ...and taste where she has been! But that's a smal...

Who knows – in a different world perhaps we could have been lovers, this pretty customer-mistress and myself? Well, friends, at least? Instead, however, I am just her public shoelicker – lickshining her shoes as she steadfastly ignores me. She sees me as nothing more than a non-person at her feet – a thing that cleans the bottoms of her shoes. I’m certainly not a man in her eyes, and she has no interest in getting to know me. Plus, of course, the Law forbids me from even thinking of my customer above the socks! So intimacy, or even friendship, with such a superior, beautiful being as this is out of the question for the likes of lowly me! Oh well, I must be grateful that at least our paths have crossed. Albeit fleetingly. And I am getting to taste where she has been, from the soles of her shoes. An honour, really, for a two-bit, common or garden, public footslave like me! A beautiful, superior creature ignores me as I humbly lickshine the bottoms of her shoes I fancy her of course, e...