Patheticus Minimus 3D

The familiar SHOES of your regular customer Ms Mukta madam are awaiting your lowly lips, footslave! And make sure you look respectfully at her SOCK while you're tasting where she has been! It's late at night in the city, and your regular customer, Ms Mukta madam, is once again visiting your face! Admire her SOCK while you're kissing her FOOT, slave! For it is the SOCK of your INFINITE BETTER! Haha, you can only look up to the SOCK from your lowly position behind the wooden FOOTBLOCK! And remember to SUCKCLEAN those DIRTY LACES too, without waiting to be told! Ms Mukta expects you, a lowly down-in-the-dirt foootslave, to do your humble job properly!   She holds you in contempt, of course, and rightly so. For you're just a FEET licker, SHOE kisser, and SOCK admirer! You are, quite literally, the DIRT beneath her FEET!

Ms Mukta demands that you clean her SNEAKERS – with your slave mouth. To be honest, you should also be humbly offering to straighten the CREASES in her SOCKS with your slave nose! Haughty and arrogant, but beautiful, Ms Mukta madam demands  that you tongue-clean her filthy SNEAKERS! As you can tell from her expression, Ms Mukta doesn't suffer slaves gladly! So I suggest you get your slave tongue to work - pronto! And it would also be appropriate for you, a slave, to humbly offer to nose-straighten her SOCKS! You are, after all, the servant of your customers' SHOES and SOCKS! What, do you think you are too good, or something, to touch your customer's SOCKS with your otherwise nugatory nose?

Regular, official visitor to my prisoner-slave face, Ms Mukta madam, clearly enjoys her regular contact with me, even if it is only via my humble kissing of her FEET through the humble hatch at the base of my cell door! She also enjoys verbally mocking me on such occasions, as is her perfect right: ‘Yo sockieboy prisoner! How’s it hangin’? You ready to taste where I have been?’ I most certainly am, even if it means kiss-respecting Ms Mukta’s dirty SNEAKERS, since they are my only human contact with the outside world! After my footkissing session, she laughs at me as she readies to leave: ‘Haha, see ya sockieboy! Wouldn’t wanna be ya!’ Her chortling then echoes down the corridor as her SNEAKERS walk out of my lowly life for another month, with my footslave-DNA on them! The familiar profile of regular prison-visitor mistress, Ms Mukta madam, approaches my cell As is their wont, her SNEAKERS and SOCKS stop directly outside the 'humble hatch' at the base of my cell door...

At night-time too, when the town square is largely deserted, I can still be required to kiss or lick BOOTS or SHOES! A stranger approaches me late at night with a cup of coffee in her hand I know, of course, that the coffee isn't for me! My menial mouth will be experiencing a very different taste... ...that of her DIRTY BOOTS, as she arrogantly orders me to lickshine them! As I do so, I humbly admire the CREASES in her BOOTLEATHER... ...before, all too quickly for my tastes, she turns her back on me and the BOOTS walk away!

Next to approach me, with a confident stride, is a magnificent master-sir wearing sandals on BARE FEET. By Law, I must kiss-respect the feet of all who choose to step up to my permanently confined face! This master-sir clearly has no compunctions about using me The closer he gets to my confined face, the more I note the hairiness of his LEGS AND his HAIRY TOES when he deigns to present his SANDALLED FOOT to me! TOES that are SWEATY, and somewhat unkempt from walking around in the city streets! The customer master-sir's HAIRY LEGS loom over my humble head... ...as my menial mouth pays labial homage to his SWEATY, and somewhat TICKLISH,  TOE HAIRS!

A superb young woman in her early thirties makes her surly approach towards me across the busy town square where I am based as a permanent, public footslave.  She looks determined to use me, as is her perfect right! Her MUDDY BOOTS stop to pose momentarily in front of me Then her RIGHT BOOT is unceremoniously shoved forwards onto the footblock in front of my kneeling face I must now kiss-respect her DIRTY, BROWN LEATHER BOOT-TOE... ...whilst admiring her SOCKTOP... ...and the lines of STITCHING and the BOBBLING in the SOCK!