Patheticus Minimus 3D

A pretty mistress mockingly asks me how I am liking it – having people’s dirty feet and shoes resting on my face all day – before placing her own dirty bootsole on top of my forlorn face! It just goes to show how I am at the mercy of everyone  whom I encounter - and can expect none! Asking me how I am liking it as she presses her dirty bootsole down onto my face I feel the weight of her SOCK as well as her BOOT! I am forbidden to even lick  the BOOTSOLE without her explicit, female permission... ...which isn't  forthcoming! So right now, all I can do is smell  her DIRTY BOOT... ...and stare up at her SOCK... ...the BOOT and SOCK of a young woman bearing down on me! What a permanently ignominious and vulnerable position I am in... ...at the mercy of everyone's BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS! I'm just a thing  to be trampled on... ...a human FOOTREST! No wonder my pretty tormentress is laughing at me! She's right to do so, for I am at her FEMALE MERCY!

It is, of course, deeply humiliating for this Gynarchy domestic slavey to have to massage his master-sir’s sweaty, bare feet and hairy toes. But what’s the alternative – backbreaking toil in the underground slave mines? At his age? No thanks! This slave chooses humility and degradation over the biting sting of a taskmaster’s WHIP! Note, however, that even in the domestic context, the WHIP is never far from the slave’s back! This domestic slavey knows that humility and resignation at the FEET of his master is his best option! Sure, he remains subject to the WHIP! But better to humbly massage HAIRY, SWEATY MALE FEET than to work under the BITING STING of an anonymous taskmaster's WHIP in the underground slave mines! It's humiliating for the slave to feel  his master-sir's FOOTSWEAT transferring onto his bony, old hands! And to have to look at his master's TOE HAIRS... ...and touch  them! But it's comparatively easy work compared to the salt mines! Better to massage...

A public footservant at a Gynarchy bus stop must accustomise himself to all kinds of FEET and FOOTWEAR - resting on his FACE! A bright, casually-dressed young woman of the Gynarchy wearing clogs on her feet approaches the bus stop She takes a seat directly over the bus-stop footslave, using his face as a footrest. And rightly so, for that's what he's there for! Meanwhile, she casually inspects the contents of her phone... ...whilst she is seated cross-legged, thus with one of her clogged feet hovering in the air... ...whilst the other rests on top of the slave's feckless forehead! All he can see, and smell, is CLOG! He examines the underside of the female clog with awe and respect - as befits a footslave! Her HEEL and SOLE press down upon his face! Then she subliminally kicks off her CLOG and positions her soft, feminine, BARE FOOT on his upturned face! Now he can smell SWEAT... ...and unvarnished TOENAILS...  ...as he stares up at shapely, female CALF MUSCLE! Her LEG is sm...