Patheticus Minimus 3D

A man makes sure I show him my slavish respect in front of his two giggling lady friends. A public footslave must always, always, always show respect for a free man in front of his women, so that the man can look big and strong and thus be attractive to them and highly admired by them! Of course, I would much rather be kissing the FEET of the master-sir’s lady friends themselves. But a public feetslave can’t choose the FEET he kisses! A sweaty man has his musty-smelling, leather SHOES kiss-respected by my menial mouth in front of his girlfriends The girls laugh at me, as well they might! After all, I'm just another man's footkisser! I don't even get the 'honour' of seeing the man's SOCKS! If truth be told, I would much rather be kissing the open-toed leather SANDALS of the master-sir's black lady friend... ...plus, of course, her exposed, dainty feminine TOES! Or even the SNEAKERS of his white lady friend... ...and her SOCKS! But public feetslaves like m...

A smartly-dressed young woman click-clacks her way towards me in her high-heels from across the yard with a confident, businesslike stride. It’s only when she stops to gloat over me that I recognise her voice. She asks me if I remember her, and I instantly recognise the voice of erstwhile regular customer-mistress, Ms Florica madam – a local Romany girl who used to visit me in her scruffy jeans and SHOES. I humbly and gushingly confirm my menial memories of her and she laughs at me, pointing out that she is now a successful businesswoman, whereas, after all these years, I am 'still here, down in the dirt, kissing FEET!' She then kindly gives me a small taste of her success by thrusting her RIGHT FOOT onto my lowly lips, and I kiss the pointy leather toe of her successful-businesswoman SHOES every bit as fervently as I used to kiss her Romany-girl dirty SNEAKERS back in the day. I remember she always used to wear BLACK SOCKS inside her blue SNEAKERS, as opposed to the design...