Patheticus Minimus 3D

Next, a man comes to mock me in the pillory after midnight. He explains that he had witnessed ‘that Asian chick’ poking me in the eyes, and asks me how I had liked it? Didn’t I feel shame and helplessness, being at an ‘Asian bird’s’ mercy like that? Through my still-lingering eye pain I humbly and respectfully thank the freemale master-sir kindly for his kind observations and questions, and confirm that I do indeed feel shame at my weakness and helplessness in the pillory, begging his masterful male pardon sir please don’t hurt me sir, sir I admire your SOCKS sir? The man, like the young woman before him, laughs out loud at me, but, mercifully, he does not follow her lead in poking me in the eyes, instead giving me a good view of his SOCKS, praise be unto him! A man takes the opportunity to mock me, having just witnessed my humiliation at the Asian-girl's BOOTS and SOCKS   The man asks me if I don't feel shame and humiliation due to her treatment of me? I can smell his BAD ...

A bright young Asian woman, wearing heavy makeup on her face and therefore, presumably, on her way home from a late-night party, stops to mock me in the public pillory with her boozy breath. As I am helpless before her and at her Asian-female mercy, I show nothing but the utmost slavish respect for her, praising her BOOTS and SOCKS and thanking her kindly for stopping by me in order to humble me. She drunkenly toys with me, laughing out loud at me as I praise her SOCKS and then poking me in the eye, as is her perfect right!  The young woman on her way home from a late-night party feigns shock at my predicament in the public pillory! She laughs as she opines, in her broken Asian-girl English, that I must be very uncomfortable 'in there'? She goes on to happily say that she's glad she's  not the one in the pillory! All I can do is study and praise her BOOTS and SOCKS below me The BOOTS and SOCKS of a somewhat inebriated, Asian goddess! She laughs with great mirth at my ...

It’s the end of what’s been another long, hard day kissing the FEET of the public and admiring their SOCKS – except it’s not over yet. In fact, it never is, for a public feetslave is never off duty. No holidays; no respite; no downtime is protected by Law. If a customer approaches and wants their feet kissed, day or night, 365 days or nights a year, I must oblige them – for they are all my masters and I am their slave! Moreover, I must do so with a sense of slavish wonderment and awe at their greatness, whilst remembering my own perpetual lowliness.  It's late at night, and my next customer-mistress appears somewhat unsteady on her feet as she staggers towards me She's wearing fabulous  BOOTS and SOCKS, though! She manages to steady herself enough in order to stand provocatively in front of me... ...before somehow managing to crouch down and ask me to my face how I like her SOCKS? I can smell her beery breath! After I have humbly assured her of my fulsome, slavish awe of her...