Patheticus Minimus 3D

Final observations from various enslaved, Gynarchy Gimps (about the magnificent mistresses they serve!)   41. Escape? Our only chance of escape from the living hell that is the prison-galley slaveship comes once a month, when the taskmaster’s 22 year old daughter (yes, our task master is male !) visits the galley-ship in order to choose a new personal footslave. Nobody quite knows why miss Roberta needs a new footslave every month; or where the old ones disappear to! But, nevertheless, we all strive in our chains to catch her sweet, young-womanly attention as she walks up and down the central gangway bedside our faces – hoping against hope that we will be the one she chooses. For nothing , surely, could be worse than the living death of being a galley slave?! She’s not exactly dressed for it – being a taskmaster’s daughter, I mean. She’s a pleasant enough looking, girl-next-door kind of black girl, with a busy, Afro hairstyle; a plain, white top; pale blue denim jeans, turned up

Ornamental footkissers come in all shapes and sizes nowadays. They can be public (i.e. Female State owned) or private (i.e. owned by large corporations, or even just by individual entrepreneurs) ; they can be masked or unmasked ; mute or talking (though the vast majority are of the ‘traditional’ mute variety) ; stand-up or sit-down (i.e. from the perspective of the ‘customer-mistress’); and are located in a wide range of locations throughout the glorious Gynarchy – at airports ; at railway stations ; in town squares ; on street-corners ; in the lobbies of public buildings and restaurants etc. But they each have their own individual, unique characteristics, determined by their female owners ; and here are mine: · First of all, I am masked – in a pink-garish, rubbery footfool mask with the words ‘ Fear’ ; ‘Weak’ ; & ‘ Humble’ emblazoned on it in big, bold black letters · Secondly, I am mute – there is a sign on the wall above my ankle-level head which reads ‘Please do not

Further video evidence of life in the Gynarchy   1. Secondment My usual deskmistress – Pakistani mistress Tahira – is loaning me out to her colleague who is on secondment from the Hong Kong office – miss Wei Lin; for three months! I am initially distressed, for I shall miss my Pakistani deskmistress’s chunky-heeled, black leather, zip-up ankleboots and black anklesocks very much, beneath her desk. I have come to very much respect and admire them over the years of my at-desk bondage to her! But my heart lifts when I see that miss Wei Lin is also a ‘black socks’ girl; even better – worn with contrasting, plain white, low top, lace-up leather sneakers; so even more girl-blacksock to admire! Also, she seems completely unconcerned by the wanton flash of Chinese-girl, bare legflesh above her twisted, black, upper sockrim on her shapely left anklebone (my own prim and proper Pakistani mistress Tahira would never display her bare leg or ankleflesh to me beneath her bootcut trouser-hems, so

Image licensed for use under GNU Free Documentation License. Source Wikimedia Commons. Where was the damn thing?! 34 year old, blonde-haired miss Kerry-Ann was searching furiously through the loft of her mansion for something – something that she knew had been hidden up here for years, in amongst the bric-a-brac; the boxes of old ledgers and photographs; the board games from her youth etc. etc.! Eventually she saw it, by the thick-girthed, penis-like, handle-end first, sticking out from underneath a big, black box file – the black whip ! A beautiful, black leather, single-tailed, cowhide whip – coiled up like a snake that was sleeping benignly beneath the box file; but ready to be awakened! It had once been in frequent use on her family’s rubber plantation – cracking across the backs of the lazy fieldhands outside her bedroom window. Oh how she had spent many a happy hour lying in her bed and listening to the swish of the black whip through the air; the subsequent echoing p