Patheticus Minimus 3D

I am an onboard, portable shoeshine-slave on Gynarchy Railways. My job is to lickshine lady-passengers’ shoes and boots under the supervision and direction of my taskmistress – mistress Florica. Miss Florica is a beautiful, petite, 22 year old, dark-haired and swarthy skinned Romanian girl who has come to the Gynarchy to study English. She supplements her income through my humble labour – for, although the onboard shoeshining service is free for the customers, Gynarchy Railways pays my taskmistress a small salary. And, of course, if I do a good job, my taskmistress may well pick up a few Fems in tips. I am secured, face down, in a long, narrow, shoeshine trolley which my taskmistress must push down the train. I am lying facedown and backwards on the trolley – so my face is projecting at the back end right above my taskmistress Florica’s Romanian feet. This evening, as always, she is wearing her flat, black leather, slip-on shoes with the scuff-marked, rounded toes. I always think it is

22 year old Fifi was being shown around a typical office in the Gynarchy as part of her overseas field trip from the University of Lagos. Fifi was her nickname – short for Olufifi – but everyone, even in her homeland of Nigeria, knew her as Fifi. She was a tall, kindly-looking, African girl with whom everyone seemed to immediately gel – certainly her hostess for the day, 25 year old miss Laksha, had liked her instantly upon meeting her in the office lobby. Fifi was compiling her thesis on ‘Male Slavery in Modern, Gynarchial Societies’, and her week long field trip to the Gynarchy was Government sponsored. She would be spending just a few hours, however, in Laksha’s office – and Laksha had been chosen to host the overseas student’s visit specifically because she was in charge of the office footslave; she was his personal taskmistress. She was therefore ideally placed to demonstrate to Fifi exactly how male slavery worked in practice in a workplace environment in the Gynarchy! Slave Geor

24 year old miss Nadya was a shoe-fetishist. She just couldn’t help herself. She loved shoes – shoplifting them; trying them on in quiet alleyways after she had made good her escape; admiring how they looked on her dainty, Romany feet; taking them home to show to her beloved, Romany husband; talking about her latest shoe-acquisitions with her female circle of friends (her fellow, female gypsy-gang members); and, of course, she loved wearing her stolen shoes around town and in her gypsy encampment! But most of all she loved to deliberately dirty up a brand new pair of stolen shoes for the specific purpose of humiliating and degrading some hapless, public footslave whom she would then make tongue-shine her dirtied shoes back to their original perfection whilst she was still wearing them on her pretty, Romany feet. For miss Nadya was a female sadist, as well as a shoe-thief and shoe-fetishist. Being a slightly-built, dark-haired, gypsy girl, with somewhat skinny and fragile-looking legs

The second volume in a collection of humble fables on the subject of footslavery. VOLUME 2 CONTENTS (scroll down for fables in reverse numerical order) 20. The Taste-Test 19. High-Flyer 18. The Neck-Me-Down 17. Supercilious vs. Sadistic 16. 3 Adults, and 1 Footrest 15. No Lo Entiendo, Señora 14. The Sock-Slug 13. Spats 12. Deep Joy 11. Out of my league 10. The Invisible Footslave 9. Waiting Hand & Foot 8. From Public to Private 7. Busy! 6. Smoker's Corner 5. Big, Bountiful Mistress 4. Oh ****! 3. Female Rules 2. Caught by the Fuzz 1. The Female Army of Barbaria .......................................................................................... Fable no. 20 – The Taste-Test I provide all kinds of services for my female public, but the following encounter was one of the sweetest – or should I say bitterest. She approached my public shoelick-stand with what can only be describe