Patheticus Minimus 3D

Further startling insights into feetslaves’ humble lives.   1. The Class System There are, actually, two 'grades' of personal footservant – 'upper' and 'lower'. An 'upper' grade footservant is permitted by his personal footmistress to look her in the upper foot, whenever she is seated with one shapely leg crossed over the other; whereas a 'lower' grade footservant may only ever look his footmistress in the lower foot – the one resting on the dirty ground. Every lower grade footservant naturally aspires to become an upper grade footservant, if only because there is so much more to see and admire in a mistress's hovering-in-midair foot, than there is in her stationary foot resting in the dirt. That's because there is, inevitably, much more subliminal movement in the elevated foot; with more concomitant, sexy sock-creases, and more bare ankle glimpses above the female sockline and below the feminine trouser or jean hem! Take my 22

Startling insights into feetslaves’ humble lives.   1. Grovelling Apologies They say that ‘sorry’ can be the hardest word, but if you are a male slave in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, grovelling public apologies to disgruntled mistresses are a part and parcel of your everyday life. You may have to publicly apologise to a mistress even for relatively ‘minor’ infringements, such as: · Having a demeanour unbefitting in an oppressed slave (i.e. having a look of contentment on your face; or, even worse – smiling!) · Looking at her shoes and socks in a ‘disrespectful’ manner (or, again even worse, allegedly ‘balking’ at them, and hesitating to apply your lips to her dirty and/or sweaty footwear!) · Getting under the mistress’s feet when she is in a bad mood Your public apology will ordinarily take place in a manner such as this: 1) You shall be whipped across your bare back and shoulders by a single-tailed, brown leather punishment whip, in the middle of the town square, surrounded by th

This image ( Les Romans passant sous le joug , by Charles Gleyre 1806 - 1874) is free of known copyright restrictions. Modified by Patheticus Minimus using Fotosketcher I am part of an ignominious coffle of male slaves, being driven through some of the remoter parts of the Gynarchy towards the dusty, regional, southern capital of Virgina where we will be auctioned off to the highest female bidders. I say ‘driven’, but I, of course, mean that we are travelling overland on bare foot, ‘driven’ on by the whips of our horse-riding taskmistresses. Our maleslave-necks and arms are surrounded by a long, thick, yoke which secures us to the slave in front and behind. It chafes. I am somewhere in the middle of the coffle (believe me, no-one wants to be at the front or end of the coffle, as they receive the most lashes for allegedly ‘dawdling’, and not setting a fast enough pace!) That doesn’t mean my bare back and shoulders remain untouched by the whip; indeed, one of the taskmistresses –

Image Author: ŠJů, via Wikimedia Commons [ CC-BY-SA-3.0 ]. Modified by Patheticus Minimus using Fotosketcher They come from far and wide to torment him in his pain and misery – the stupid prisoner-slave confined permanently in the public kneeling stocks, in the middle of a muddy field, on a cold and lonely hill situated on the outskirts of the Gynarchy’s female capital, Barbaria; even though it’s quite a trek through muddy fields to get there! They persevere through the mud because they are curious to know how he feels, being cooped up forever on public display in such ignominious and shameful, rugged brown wood? Do his muscles ache? Or are they now numbed after years of atrophy? What can he actually see from his wooden window? The muddy ground – obviously; but what expanse of ground? And can he move his neck around even an inch or so – to enable him to see up as high as his tormentresses’ pretty kneecaps? Or is he forced by the heavy wood to only look down at shapely, feminine an

  3 x animations below Footoire: A public cubicle, similar to a French ‘pissoir’, where ladies can have their dirty, street shoes and boots lickshined by a public footslave in some degree of privacy (their male partners may, of course, join them inside the footoire – with the lady’s permission!) The public footoire-slave is often getting in the way of his masters and betters! Here are some examples: 1. Love at First Sight Here we see the stupid, uneducated footoire-slave playing gooseberry to a nice, young couple who meet each other for the first time in the confines of his footoire, and immediately fall in love with one another. The slave should be whipped for getting in the way! What an ignorant pig! Love at First Sight by patheticus on GoAnimate 2. Snogging her Boots And now, he insists on snogging the boots of a young woman who has merely popped into the semi-shelter of the city-centre footoire for a quick kiss and a cuddle with her manly boyfriend! What a selfish

Whenever you see 22 year old, blonde-haired, tomboyish taskmistress miss Tara's grey, low-top, laced-up, leather sneakers and fully-pulled-up, white, calf-length, crew socks beneath her baggy, blue shorts strutting languorously down the central, wooden gangway of the permanently drydocked, prison-galley slave ship towards you, you will pull even harder on your heavy, wooden punishment-oar – if you are an experienced prison-galley slave and know what's good for you! For her socks may be feminine white, but her coiled, cowhide whip is masculine brown; and it will lash out at you unmercifully, and bite you hard across your prone and vulnerable, galley-slave shoulderblades if you are perceived to be slacking at your oar, even for one second! Pain is the only stimulant on a prison-galley slave ship; and, having efficiently 'refuelled' you with pain, tomboyish taskmistress miss Tara's plain, white crew socks will then crease on her well-proportioned ankles and on the b