Patheticus Minimus 3D

In many countries of the world there still exists a glass ceiling for women in the workplace. But NOT in the great Gynarchy of Barbaria. Here all women can easily break through the glass ceiling, and it is the male slave who languishes beneath it as they rest their office feet on top of him. Indeed, the male slave is nowhere near breaking through the glass ceiling; he can never break through the glass floor !  In a Gynarchy office, a Muslim woman sits confidently at her desk, with her FEET resting on top of a male slave Like all women in the Great Gynarchy of Barbaria, she has successfully broken through the glass ceiling It is the lowly, male office slave who must lie under glass, beneath the FEET of his female office superiors Looking up at their FEET is all he is good for! There is more intelligence in their FEET than there is in the whole of his maleslave body! And it's not just magnificent Muslim women who hotdesk it above him Next to sit at the office desk above his humble, ...

My mistress Mukta and some of her friends are having a garden party. I, of course, must focus on my mistress’s SOCKS. My mistress Mukta is conversing with her good friend Ms Arabella madam... ...catching up on all the gossip... ...whilst I humbly and obediently study my mistress's SOCKS, as I am required to do by LAW! I focus intently on my mistress's SOCKS in front of me NOT, mind you, on her interlocutor, Ms Arabella's, SOCKS... ... fantastic  though those SOCKS are! The LAW specifically states I must study and admire my own mistress's SOCKS... ...unless I am specifically ordered to do otherwise! So it's the familiar PLAIN GREY SOCKS of my mistress Mukta in front of me that preoccupy my menial mind I study the LINES OF STITCHING IN THE SOCKS I study the CREASES IN THE SOCKS I silently count the INDIVIDUAL NUMBER OF VISIBLE STITCHES IN THE SOCKS, as befits a diligent and loyal SOCK SLAVEY to his MISTRESS!

Some customers don’t even bother to interrupt their phone conversation and bark their orders down at me. They just plonk their feet down onto the footrests in front of my kneeling face and expect me to get on with my humiliating job of lickshining their shoes – as they are perfectly entitled to do. A beautiful black customer-mistress steps up onto the podium of SHOELICK POWER in front of me... ...and settles down into the SHOELICK CHAIR without interrupting her phone conversation high above me She has no need to interrupt what she is doing, for it's obvious what I must do She expects me to lickshine her SNEAKERS, since that's what I'm here for! I therefore humbly get down to just that, sticking my tongue out in a wholly respectful way! As my humble, shoelicking head reaches her laces, I get a good view of her BLACK SOCK I am even able to discern the INDIVIDUAL LINES OF STITCHES... ...and the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES within those INDIVIDUAL LINES OF STITCHES! I can even make out...