Patheticus Minimus 3D

A busy customer master-sir briefly interrupts his telephone conversation to bark his orders down at me A busy master-sir walks in my direction He stops in front of me, but continues with his phone conversation high above me He then briefly interrupts his phone conversation:  'Kiss my feet, slave!' He presents his right foot to my menial mouth and I immediately obey him I kiss his foot Including his leathery sandal strap Better to ingratiate oneself to a busy master-sir's whole foot, including his footwear! The leather of his sandal smells musty I surmise that it is an oft-worn sandal! Still the busy master-sir's conversation on the phone continues unabated above me He doesn't pause even when he subliminally switches his sandalled feet in front of my face... ...before he turns to WALK OFF... ...still engrossed in his telephone conversation His leather sandals slap against the concrete pavement... ...as I keep my head humbly bowed... ...and my eyes dutifully focused ...

A pretty Japanese mistress seems full of the joys of Spring as she has me kiss-respect her sneakered feet. ‘Haha, how you like it, slave? You like kiss Japanese girl pretty feet on sunny day? You like see Japanese girl SOCK?’ ‘Oh pray mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam, this slave is indeed honoured to kiss your feet and view your socks on such a bright and sunny day, miss, though he would be honoured to kiss your feet and study your socks on any type of day, mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at your feet, miss?’ She just laughs at me, and promptly shoves her right sneakered foot beneath my face: 'Slave kiss my foot!'  The bright sunlight enhances my humble view of her white sock stitches! She 'skips' towards me, full of the joys of SPRING! ‘Haha, how you like it, slave? You like kiss Japanese girl pretty feet on sunny day? You like see Japanese girl SOCK?’ ‘Oh pray mistress...this slave is indeed honoured to kis...

In addition to being a volunteer prison-visitor, Ms Mukta likes to spend much of her spare time as a volunteer taskmistress in the Gynarchy’s underground slave mines. She’s a natural at it, ensuring the slaves’ hard work and commitment to their nugatory tasks through her skill and dexterity with the WHIP! 'Work harder, slave! Faster!... ...Break those rocks!... ...Or you'll feel more bite from my WHIP on your back!... ...Work, I say!... WORK!' The WHIP'S BULBOUS TIP is never far from the mine-slave's shoulderblade! Perhaps he could distract his pretty taskmistress by offering to straighten her SOCKS? Better to be straightening SOCKS than toiling relentlessly under the WHIP? But the pathetic work slave doesn't appear to have that option? He is being exhorted to WORK! 'Move, slave!.. WORK!... ...Always you WORK!... You never stop WORKING!' No, WORK or the WHIP appear to be this slave's only choices! And part-time taskmistress Ms Mukta madam clearly enj...