Patheticus Minimus 3D

We male prisoners of the Gynarchy call it the ‘Kiss...Walk... Whip! ’ punishment – for obvious reasons: we are confined in our isolation cells, tethered barefoot to our individual treadmills, and forced to intermittently kiss the toecaps of our warden-mistresses’ pretty shoes or boots – in between turning the treadmill with our own, bare feet – whilst they sit above us in a comfortable, padded chair, their female feet resting on a metal footplate directly at our exhausted face-level as they crack a thin and painful, leather horse-whip down across our naked and exposed back. And we must do it every day – for 18 long hours a day! I’ve been walking the punishment treadmill for nigh-on 25 years now. I am officially detained at my former mistress Suzanna’s pleasure – in other words indefinitely, until such time as she deems me to have been sufficiently punished for my crime of placing mismatched socks on her pretty feet all those unfortunate years ago. But, to be perfectly honest, ...

The third volume in a collection of yarns and tall-tales from women’s footslaves, believe it or not! VOLUME 3 CONTENTS (scroll down for yarns in reverse numerical order) 10. I sniff sock; therefore I am 9. The Exalted One! 8. Mistress Nastya’s nasty, nylon knee-highs 7. New Horizons 6. From Fisherman to Footslave (in one fell swoop!) 5. Ode to the Female Whip 4. Horn of Africa 3. Angry, Young Women 2. The Self-Delusional, Dumb-Ass, Public Foot-Fool 1. Officer-Mistress Philippa of the Female Police ……………………………………………………………………. Yarn no. 10 – I sniff sock; therefore I am My 28 year old mistress, mistress Fiona, likes me to perpetually sniff her socks throughout the day. It is largely a symbolic act – since she will for most of the time be wearing her shoes, sneakers or boots with her socks and so the smelliest parts of her socks (the toe areas) are inconveniently hidden from my sniffing nose – but it does demonstrate to all and sundry her absolute female power and authority...