Patheticus Minimus 3D

A Gynarchy household slave kneels in front of his pretty mistress as soon as she awakens from her slumber, ready, as ever, to serve her. She issues her first female order of the day: 'Kiss my SOCKS, slavey!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress Yao Peng, madam.' Morning has already broken him! My mistress Yao Peng stretches and yawns as she sits on the edge of her bed She orders me to kiss her on the SOCK, and I immediately comply! This will, no doubt, be the first of many such orders throughout the day... ...and the first of many SOCKS I shall have to kiss, including her friends' and acquaintances' SOCKS! That's because I am mistress Yao Peng's personal sock slavey... ...at her beck and call... ...and that of her SOCKS! Her heavily creased BEDSOCKS feel and smell warm! But I shall not flinch at the proximity of her sweaty, overnight bedsock in my face! I am already broken! She stares down at me through still sleepy eyes... ...contemplating, no doubt...

 Ms Mukta introduces me to one of her neighbours who has just moved into the locality: ‘This is our local sock slavey, Felicity. He has to kiss our feet and look only at our SOCKS.’ ‘Cool!... Yo sock slavey, what do you think of them SOCKS?’ ‘Oh pray Ms Felicity madam, if it pleases you Ms Felicity madam, this slave is most admiring of your SOCKS, miss, and hopes and prays that your SOCKS will honour him with regular visits going forward, madam, if you will forgive this sock slavey’s impertinence, miss?’ ‘Kiss my foot, slavey, and study my SOCK!’ ‘Yes, mistress Felicity madam.’ It’s a promising start, and it’s always good to get to know a new pair of SOCKS in the neighbourhood! ‘This is our local sock slavey, Felicity... ...He has to kiss our feet and look only at our SOCKS.’ ‘Cool!... Yo sock slavey, what do you think of them SOCKS?’ ‘Oh pray Ms Felicity madam, if it pleases you Ms Felicity madam, this slave is most admiring of your SOCKS, miss, and hopes and prays th...

My mistress Mukta and her good friend, Ms Arabella madam, are getting ready to go out. Ms Arabella madam asks my mistress a question about my fate: ‘Are you bringin’ along sockieboy with you, Mukta? It might be cool to have him ready to straighten our SOCKS, and that, if they, like, slip down inside our sneakers, or something?’ ‘Yeah, I might make him tag along! Like you said, our SOCKS might need straightening on our ankles, or something?’ ‘Cool! I wish I had a personal sock slavey of my own! Haha, I’d make damn sure his face was never far from my SOCKS!’ The two girls laugh (at me) as I ponder the inestimable honour of ‘tagging along’ behind my mistress’s SOCKS, and her friend’s SOCKS, just in case they need to be straightened, or something. ‘Are you bringin’ along sockieboy with you, Mukta? It might be cool to have him ready to straighten our SOCKS, and that, if they, like, slip down inside our sneakers, or something?’ ‘Yeah, I might make him tag along! Like you said, our S...