Patheticus Minimus 3D

Your five portions of footslave-fantasy per day – for seven days on the trot! Day 1   1. Cutting-Edge Correction It’s a fair cop! Unbeknown to me, the state-of-the-art, electronic, sight-tracking device which is painfully embedded into my temples clearly confirms my magnificent, blonde-ponytailed, correction-officer mistress’s suspicions that I had been staring, without her female-officer permission, at her bare, white legskin above her plain, grey bootsock-tops, whilst she was seated at her back-office desk. My punishment, she informs me, is to receive 17 cuts of the old-fashioned whip – one cut for each second my eyes were raised above the legitimate parapet of her socks! For the cutting-edge , sight-tracker device never lies! Just as, unfortunately for me, the pain of the cutting edge of my mistress's traditional, black leather, single-tailed whip never dies! Some 10 minutes later, I kneel corrected, and in agony!   2. One Rule For Her… She is the only prison-office

No self-respecting Gynarchy household would be without its various items of footslave-furniture. Let’s take the typical and ordinary-everyday household of three sassy and arrogant, but incredibly beautiful, black women – divorcee Madam Althea (45) and her two grown-up daughters, miss Tanesa (22) and miss Precious (19) – as an example. Human furniture (in some quarters referred to as ‘subhuman’, or ‘submissive human’ furniture) is not normally permitted to speak – but for the purposes of this documentary the male footslaves concerned have been granted a special dispensation:   The Human Doormat: On entering Madam Althea’s humble abode the first item of male-human furniture you will encounter, if you are a woman, is the human-doormat on which to wipe your feet. Let’s hear from him (or rather it): ‘My black madame and her two daughters are very sociable and have lots of fellow-black friends, who visit their home on a regular basis. Madame is very fastidious about the cleanlin

Footoire: An outdoor cubicle, normally roofless and with tin walls (i.e. 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 I am just a lowly, city-centre, footoire-flunkey, and these are some of my humble experiences:   1. The Blonde-Ponytailed, Skank Mistress’s Ultra-Respectful, Public Footservant The first thing I have to do when a beautiful, blonde-ponytailed, skank-mistress walks into my inner city footoire, is show her some respect – by kissing her grubby-white, laced-up, high-top, converse sneakers beneath the elasticated hems of her blue-luminous, shellsuit bottoms, whilst all the while admiring the slither of nominally-white, cotton sock that is on view just above her frayed sneaker rims. The second thing I have to do is beg her not to hurt me – either by kicking me in the face; or by stubbing out her cigarette on me; or by cutting me with the public-use, whipping stick that

They seem quite ordinary – the two young women at the House of Correction, whose job it is to secure me over the wooden punishment trestle and prepare me for my caning. They are uniformed, of course – not civilians. But I couldn't help noticing earlier on as they had been fingerprinting me that, beneath their somewhat masculine, navy-blue-uniform, cargo pants, and unisex, hefty, black leather, lace-up ankleboots, they were wearing feminine socks – pink in the case of the black-haired, Asian girl; cartoon-themed (with lots of little multicoloured animal characters on a black background) in the case of the auburn-haired, African-Caribbean girl. Nice girls; ordinary girls; in their early twenties. Casually talking about the weather, and their boyfriends, and their latest shoe purchases – anything but me , it seemed, as they tied me in knots, face down and stark naked, over the punishment trestle, my exposed buttocks high in the air and forming an immovable target for the cane. I su

  1. New TV My beautiful, black mistress and her manly, white husband have just bought a new TV. They are sitting huddled up together on the sofa, flicking through all their new, wonderful channels, and getting to grips with their exciting new piece of kit. I, of course, am not permitted to watch television – being a mere household footservant – and must instead to continue to see things in black and white as I kneel next to, and focus in on, my mistress’s white leather, laced-up, low-top, sneakers and cheap, black anklesocks. I am blinkered, just in case my eyes are distracted from my mistress’s feet and footwear, but I don’t really need the blinkers! For there is plenty to entertain the likes of me in my beautiful, black mistress’s sneakers and socks – plenty of subliminal movements, in both the sneakers and the socks; plenty of creases and folds in the black anklesocks above the sneaker-rim; lots of bobbling on the socks; a loose stitch here and there along the uneven, elasticate