Patheticus Minimus 3D

The trials and tribulations of everyday footslaves. Scroll down for trials in reverse numerical order 10. New shoes; old socks! 9. Eating Humble Pie 8. I know what they're thinking! 7. Winner-Slave! 6. Nose-Sock 5. Subtle Sockslavery 4. Not so Subtle Sockslavery 3. Purple & Pink 2. Blessed are the male meek… 1. Scuzzy   10. New shoes; old socks! Regular, thirty-something, petite, Indian customer-mistress, miss Deepa, is proudly, and excitedly, showing me her new shoes on her feet! As she sits on the public shoelick-throne of power above me, she manoeuvres her shiny, new, black patent leather, slip-on, low-heeled, loafer shoes on the metal footplate in front of my face, so that I can appreciate them close-up and personal in their entirety, and from all different angles. I must admit, they do look extremely nice beneath her plain, black cotton, office trouser-hems – glistening as they are in the sunlight; I can even see my mesmerised and ugly, footslave reflect

V is for Vagina; V is for Victory; and V is for the V-shaped upper rims at the backs of the prison-officer mistresses’ chunky, flat heeled, black leather, laced up, uniform ankleboots that allow the privileged prisoner-slave no. 7778 to catch a furtive view of their non-uniform socks inside their boots, as he transports them along the dimly lit, claustrophobic corridors of unbridled, female power inside the cramped confines of the underground, maleslave prison. It is a privilege he has earned, thanks to his good behaviour – after 20 years of solitary confinement in a narrow, windowless cell deep inside the dank and dismal, male dungeon; a single cell in which he was, like all the prisoners, further confined in a heavy set of wooden kneeling-stocks, thus keeping him completely immobilized in his lonely misery. Twenty years of enforced bondage and immobility – by way of a severe punishment! So he hadn’t exactly had much opportunity for any bad behaviour in the past 20 years!

A final sneaky peek into feetslaves’ humble lives!   1. A Sneaker-Slave’s Self-Assessment My chav-mistress Courtney is very clever – she makes me assess my own performance each day as her personal sneaker-servant, and requires me to suggest my own punishment for underperformance! Links to various animations below. Hit your browser’s back button to return to this page. Self-Assessment   2. The Parole Board I crawl nervously into the room and over to the four female parole-board members who are seated in a row at the long table in front of me – three guard-mistresses from another prison (so I have never met them before); and one civilian, board-member mistress, also a complete stranger to me – and therefore able to form an independent judgement on my suitability for release back into the female community as a male, public footservant. I cup and kiss the feet of each of the esteemed parole-board mistresses in turn, beneath the semi-darkness of the table at which my fema

By Slave Paul Paul had a tough decision to make regarding his immediate future. For nearly twenty years he had been more than content with his current employment at Downsview Manor House. He was the head game keeper and footman to the powerful family that owned the prestigious Gynarchy property. His duties had never altered over the years; he was mainly responsible for maintaining the grounds and stable areas for the family. Lord and Lady W_ were kind and fair employers. They still very much respected the ways of old with regard to the servant and Master-Mistress routine, but were, on the whole, quite laid back and even lackadaisical with issues surrounding servant discipline. There was, however, one other member of the household who was the all-important lynchpin in the family triumvirate of power - their daughter, Miss Isabella. Young Mistress Isabella had only just reached the impressive milestone of twenty one years of age! Paul had known her since a child, and watched her grow