Patheticus Minimus 3D

As a permanent public shoelick-slave, I am absolutely forbidden from even thinking about my customer masters or mistresses above their SOCKS, let alone looking at them above their SOCKS! I am, however, permitted to study their SOCKS, with slavish awe and reverence, whilst I am tongueshining their outer footwear. And indeed, the Law states I must do so 'with all due diligence’! However pretty the customer-mistress in front of me (or however handsome the customer-master)... ...I am forbidden BY LAW to think  of them above the SOCK! Which means, of course, being forbidden to look  at them above the SOCK! However, the Law also encourages me to study my customers' SOCKS 'with all due diligence' That means studying, with slavish awe and reverence, every CREASE and every visible STITCH in their SOCKS! I must contemplate my lowliness and inferiority as I do so... ...remembering that I am just a slave... ...fit only to taste where my betters have been from the surfaces of the...

A Gynarchy slave is WHIPPED by a skilled WHIPSMAN in front of his mistress. How the slave yearns for the moment when he will be released from the WHIPPING POST in order to kiss his pretty mistress’s BOOTS ( and the BOOTS of his WHIPPER!) Meanwhile, a voyeur master-sir watches on from behind the fence. The slave would willingly kiss his feet also, if he felt it would spare him any more of the WHIP’S MIGHTY STING! The slave is experiencing the WHIP'S MIGHTY STING at the hands of an expert WHIPMASTER! He really knows how to WRAP THE WHIP around a slave's TORSO! The faces of PLEASURE and PAIN Including a FEMALE FACE - that of the slave's pretty mistress! She is the one who has ordered his WHIPPING - on a WHIM! Nevertheless, the slasve yearns to kiss her BOOTS and SOCKS, by way of pleading for her mercy! Haha, I'll wager those brown leather BOOTS and decorative BLACK LACES will feel the slave's menial mouth 'ere long? Such POWERFUL BOOTS and SOCKS! As, of course, ...

It is a hot and sunny day, and regular customer Ms Mukta madam has her summer sandals on. I am, therefore, afforded the rare privilege of kiss-respecting her bare  TOES and FEET! It's a hot, summer's day and Ms Mukta madam presents me with the rare privilege of kissing her sandalled  foot! She's not really a 'sandals' kind of girl But, today at least, gone are her ubiquitous (though fabulous ) SNEAKERS and SOCKS... ...and my menial, municipal mouth gets to touch her BARE TOES and FOOTSKIN! I make sure my lowly lips fully embrace her BIG TOE...  ...out of respect for its TASTE and SMELL! Ms Mukta's TOES are unperfumed and unvarnished, and therefore smell 'natural'! Her SANDAL CHAIN tickles my nose as I bury my face in her outstretched FOOT! I still dare not look at her above the ANKLE (I never do!) Such a SHAPELY ANKLE, with some SKIN FOLDS I can barely believe the inestimable privilege that is being so haughtily bestowed upon me... ...To kiss the BARE F...