Patheticus Minimus 3D

A Gynarchy slavey must be more than just obedient to his masters; he must be pleasing to them also. And, in the case of a SOCK SLAVEY, that means he must be pleasing to their SOCKS! Here we see one such sock slavey, doing his shin-level best to be pleasing to his pretty mistress’s SOCKS, by straightening them on her calves with his bony old fingers! Note the sock slavey’s demeanour and posture: He is, of course, on his knees. A sock slavey lives his lowly life permanently on his knees, so that he can be close to his master’s SOCKS His demeanour is serious and focused on the humble task in hand – that of smoothing out the creases in his uninterested mistress’s right SOCK (She, for her haughty part, is much more interested in the contents of her phone!) He does NOT give in to the temptation to look up towards her other SOCK – the one hovering arrogantly and oppressively above his humble head. That’s because he is a well-trained sock slavey (schooled by the WHIP!) He makes...

A sock slavey’s humble fate is always in the hands of his masters and betters. Or, more accurately, in their SOCKS! Here we see Ms Mukta and her husband debating whether to bring their sock slavey along with them on holiday. Ms Mukta is quite keen for him to come along, as she says she can never be bothered to stoop down and straighten her own socks if and when they become wonky. Master Simon sir is concerned at the extra expense it will cost to bring their slavey along, but in the end he relents, as he can never deny his beloved wife any of her capricious, female wishes! All the old slavey can do is kneel in silence at his mistress’s sneakered and socked feet whilst his fate is discussed high above him. Ms Mukta and her husband jocularly debating whether to bring their sock slavey with them on holiday Ms Mukta wants to bring him so that he can straighten her SOCKS whenever they become creased on her legs and ankles! All the slavey can do, is humbly stare at one of her SOCKS and hop...

A magnificent man asks his beloved wife if she is satisfied with her personal sock slavey’s performance throughout the day? She lovingly confirms to her husband that, overall, she was satisfied, but that there was one instance when the heel of her right, frilly sock had slipped uncomfortably down the back of her shoe and she had therefore had to order the sock slavey to straighten it for her! A furious master-sir then summons the sock slavey to the cluttered basement of their apartment and demands that he account for himself! Does he think it is acceptable that his beloved wife should have to walk around with an uncomfortable sock inside her shoe? And why hadn’t the slave shown more care and attention to his mistress’s sock? The slave apologises most profusely to both the master sir and his wife (though he can't recall the incident in question), cravenly promising to be a much more diligent sockslave going forward. But the master sir haughtily demands that the pathetic old slav...

My mistress Mukta encourages her good friend, Ms Kadal madam, to unceremoniously shove her musty-smelling and tasting faux-sheepskin BOOT onto my menial mouth for respect-kissing. Being an erstwhile personal sock-slavey to Ms Mukta madam, I can't help but look up admiringly at Ms Kadal's grey SOCKS inside her BOOTS as my mouth pays its humble labial respects to her dirty BOOTS! Ms Mukta delights in witnessing me kiss-respecting her friend Ms Kadal's BOOTS The faux-sheepskin BOOTS smell and taste dirty! Certainly not what you would describe as 'glamorous' footwear on a young woman But then, my own mistress Mukta's footwear could hardly be described as 'glamorous'! The sad fact is that a slave like me must admire and respect whatever  footwear is placed before him... ...for it is all  the FOOTWEAR of his BETTERS! Ms Mukta's grey SOCKS look on as Ms Kadal's grey SOCKS tower over my humble, bootkissing head! But better to KISS BOOT than to INCUR THE ...