Patheticus Minimus 3D

This is how I must lead my lowly life on the sink estate – trapped between my betters’ SOCKS and serving as a photo app for their social media. They will, no doubt, entitle this photo as ‘The Sock face’! A couple of late-night revellers, from overseas, see me as an excellent photo opportunity for their social media They delight in photographing and filming my humble, public head trapped in between the young woman's SOCKS! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! Yet this is my daily life on the Gynarchy sink estate! A life filled with SOCKS - the SOCKS of my BETTERS! I ponder my lowliness as the girl digs her SOCKED ANKLES into my temples! The SOCKS feel SOFT, but I can feel her sharp ANKLEBONES underneath! 'Haha, how you liking it, slave? How you liking being trapped in between my pretty girlfriend SOCKS?' 'Oh pray, master sir, if it pleases you master sir, I am liking it, but not that much, sir?... ...If truth be told, sir, I feel shame, master sir, even though I think y...

As I have admitted before, I’m an extremely fickle sock slavey. As soon as a ‘new’ pair of SOCKS comes along, however short, plain or ordinary, I invariably fall instantly in love with them – in a fickle, slavish sort of way, of course! A 'new' pair of SOCKS are heading my humble-head way! As soon as they stop in front of me, I verbally praise the new customer-mistress and her SOCKS! The sock-wearer's response is to silently extend her right, sneakered foot towards my menial mouth She then, quite rightly, looks down upon me as I start to kiss-respect her SNEAKER-TOE My eyes, however, are very much glued to her SHORT, WHITE SNEAKER-SOCK! Such a fabulous  SOCK! Just look at the STITCHING! I feel like I am kiss-respecting the SOCK... ...though my lowly lips are, of course, not worthy to touch my customers' SOCKS! I'm just a public humble-head! But oh, those SOCKS!... Oh that I were permitted to lip those SOCKS! Her SOCKS!... The customer-mistress's SOCKS! Praise be...

A jaunty Ms Mukta madam mockingly asks me if I have missed seeing her SPOTTY SOCKS over the past few days? She kindly explains that she was away on a city break with her beloved husband, magnificent master Simon sir. I thank regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam for her kind question and humbly confirm that I have indeed been yearning to see her fabulous SPOTTY SOCKS again, as her SOCKS are my life, madam? (Mind you, I say that to all my customers about their SOCKS. I'm fickle like that!) Ms Mukta laughs at me, but, being the sweeet and kind-hearted young woman that she is, indulges me with a close-up view of her SPOTTY SOCKS by stretching forth her RIGHT FOOT in front of my face so that I might kiss-respect her outstretched SNEAKER-TOE. Regular customer Ms Mukta madam mockingly asking me if I have missed her SPOTTY SOCKS? She knows full well that I have, since her SOCKS are my life! Nevertheless, I must go through the motions of verbally confirming my slavish adoration for her ...