Patheticus Minimus 3D

Particular slavish respect must always be afforded to a pregnant customer-mistress, especially when one has the slavish shame of not being able to offer the lady a seat whilst she has her feet kissed! A prettily pregnant lady heads towards me across the town square The closer she gets, the more shame I feel that I am unable to offer her a seat Her feet stop in front of me and adopt the same haughty stance that those of any non-pregnant customer would do! Then her RIGHT SNEAKER is unceremoniously shoved onto my menial mouth Swiftly followed by her LEFT I am kissing the FEET of a bright and beautiful young woman who has, presumably, been impregnated by a real man? Needless to say, I can't see the pregnant customer's pretty face All I can see are her SNEAKERS and SOCKS That's all I need to see, for I am fit only to look her in the SOCK! She turns her back on me and walks away... ...leaving me feeling even more impotent than usual I do  hope her male partner, the man who got ...

A superb customer-mistress busies herself on her phone high above me as I humbly tongue-attend to her dirty SNEAKERS. Indeed, she completely ignores me as I go about my menial mouth-task and, as if to add insult to injury, her RIGHT SOCK is heavily creased around her ankle! I am ignored as I tongue-shine the customer's SNEAKERS beneath her She is fixated on her phone conversation high above me And so I must simply go about my demeaning task in silence As if to add insult  to injury , her RIGHT SOCK is heavily CREASED around her ANKLE! A slovenly SOCK is a sign of contempt for the footslave, I always think! Not that she's wrong to be contemptuous of me. I'm just a slave at her FEET! Her other SOCK, the LEFT one, is CREASED also... ...but not as much as the RIGHT, the one currently in my face! I look up admiringly at the CREASED, RIGHT SOCK... ...for the more the SOCK despises me, the more I must be in slavish awe of both it and its owner! The pretty customer's SOCK ma...

Dumb feetkissers (who are forbidden to speak) are positioned everywhere in the Gynarchy – even at the entrances of public restrooms.  A smart and intelligent young woman uses me as she exits the restroom  She will not bother to speak to me and I am forbidden to speak to her I'm considered too lowly to speak to my betters I am fit only to kiss their FEET! I get a nice view of the customer's SOCK I can see the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES in her SOCK! Welcome to my lowly life - a life of KISSING SNEAKERS and ADMIRING SOCKS! And all in abject and slavish silence! The young woman turns to walk away from me The Law states I must keep my head humbly bowed in the presence of her departing FOOTWEAR She hasn't said a word to me and has already forgotten about me She steps out into the loving arms of her handsome and manly boyfriend I hear them cavorting and kissing Still, I must keep my humble head bowed and looking at the dirty floor where her FEET have been I am, technically, not permitted...