Patheticus Minimus 3D

A man makes sure I tongue-shine his pretty girlfriend’s BOOTS properly, without touching her SOCKS! A man acts as a superb supervisor whilst I dutifully tongueshine his pretty girlfriend's BOOTS 'Clean the upper as well, slave, and study my girlfriend's SOCK. But DON'T touch the SOCK!' 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Please don't beat me, sir?' The man watches intently to make sure I obey his command to the letter! I strain my collared neck to make sure my tongue can reach the upper of the BOOT, without my face touching the SOCK! I now have an eyeful of BOOTSOCK! And a noseful! But licking BOOTS and staring at SOCKS is what I do! It comes with the territory of being a public shoe and bootlicker! The man smirks as I struggle to properly tongueshine the upper of the BOOT whilst admiring, but not touching, the SOCK! The young-woman wearer of the BOOTS and SOCKS, appears amused at my lowliness, and her man's POWER over me! For my humble part, I ju...

It’s still dark when I am awakened by a sharp kick to the face by an early-morning, manly jogger: ‘Wake up, lazy slave, and kiss my feet!’ As I get my bearings, and remember the horror of my position of permanent public servitude, I apologise most profusely to the master-sir: ‘Oh pray, master sir. Pray forgive me, master sir. I apologise for my slothfulness sir. I kiss your feet, master sir.’ A public footslave like me must always apologise for having been asleep, since, by Law, he is on duty 24 hours a day! I am sound asleep as the early-morning, jogging master-sir approaches ‘Wake up, lazy slave, and kiss my feet!’ ‘Oh pray, master sir. Pray forgive me, master sir. I apologise for my slothfulness sir. I kiss your feet, master sir.’ The master-sir most kindly, and forgivingly, stretches forth his right sneakered foot onto my menial mouth My first taste of SHOE and my first sight of SOCK on this new day! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating, that it should be a man's SHOE ...

Master George sir’s reputation as an expert WHIPSMAN precedes him! So, when you, a slave, are threatened with his BULLWHIP, it is best to plead for mercy and humbly offer to kiss his wife’s BOOTS. It’s your only hope of avoiding the fierce STING of master George sir’s mighty WHIP, and it is always, always, always a   better idea to KISS BOOTS than to wear the mark of the WHIP! I plead for mercy to master George sir and his wife and offer to kiss his wife's BOOTS if they will spare me the WHIP? Fortunately for me, the happy couple take me up on my humble offer! 'Haha, that's right slavey - kiss my wife's BOOTS, and remember, my WHIP is never far from your back!' 'Yes, master George sir. Yes, mistress Sharon madam. Oh pray, masters, not the WHIP, I beg thee?' For a slave like me, it is always, always, always better to KISS BOOT than to FEEL WHIP! And so I bow my neck before the mistress's BOOTS... ...occasionally glancing up admiringly and in slavish awe...