Patheticus Minimus 3D

To my eternal footslave shame, I don’t hear the pretty customer-mistress click-clacking her way towards me from across the town square late at night, and I therefore continue with my illicit slumbers (‘illicit’ because a public footslave is never off duty and should therefore remain awake and alert at all times, however impossible that might be from a purely physiological point of view!) To her eternal credit, the smartly-dressed young woman doesn’t simply kick me awake in the face, as most disgruntled customers would almost certainly do, but instead crouches down to my lowly level to gently awaken me with her seemingly kind and warm, but in reality, mocking words. She faux-apologises for ‘disturbing’ me, and wonders if she ‘might impose’ upon me by ‘requesting’ me to lickshine her shoes, even though it is so late at night? She explains that her shoes have been on her feet all day and are not only starting to hurt, but they have also become decidedly dusty and dirty. She doesn’t wan...

In a tough part of town, two equally tough citizens of the Gynarchy - one female, one male - enjoy using and mocking me respectively out on the mean streets late at night A bright and intelligent young woman approaches me She stops to gloat over my humble head for a few moments Then, as she uses me to have her feet kiss-respected, a man appears and congratulates her on her humiliation of me The woman casually smokes her cigarette whilst the man laughs out loud at me and asks me if I don't feel shame? He laughs even louder when I humbly confirm that I do feel shame, master-sir, but that shame is fitting in a footslave sir? As the woman then deftly switches her SNEAKERED FEET in front of my face, the man points at me calling me a slave For my humble and mocked part, I continue to do what any slave must repeatedly do in the Gynarchy - I KISS FEET... ...the FEET of one of my BETTERS... ...for the amusement of my BETTERS... ...and so that they can glory over me! Better to KISS FEET than...

My next customer-mistress looks extremely sophisticated in her stylish, black dress. But it is her ordinary-everyday SNEAKERS and SOCKS that I must humbly focus on!  She looks sophisticated in her little black dress as she approaches me from across the yard But as she gets closer to my confined face, it is her everyday SNEAKERS and SOCKS that I am required to focus on! The SNEAKERS and SOCKS pose arrogantly in front of me, to deliberately give me a good look at them... ...before the RIGHT SNEAKER is unceremoniously shoved onto my waiting mouth... ...followed in quick succession by the LEFT SNEAKER! This is my everyday bread and butter - respectfully kissing SNEAKERS and admiringly studying SOCKS... ...whilst their wearers largely ignore me Which is fair enough, given that they must have plenty of other, much more important, things to think about than me? The sophisticated lady does, however, glance down to inspect my lowly lipwork on her superior FOOTWEAR She says nothing - indicat...