Patheticus Minimus 3D

The fact that her sneakers and socks are dirty and worn-out merely demonstrates the smoking mistress’s uncaring contempt for me: Of course, the ultimate humiliation comes when the blonde-haired mistress kicks off her dirty treads in order to shove her stinky, grey sock through the bars of my head-cage for me to sniff it on her shapely, young-womanly foot: The stink of a bright, young woman’s dirty, grey sneaker-sock – unavoidable, and in my face! Now let’s see how you like it! Ha! Ha! Now you’re just another stinkface like me – stinking of dirty sock! Ha! Ha!

1. The Socksniffer Slave is sniffing mistress’s black sock whilst she relaxes at home in front of the television. Note how he is not afraid to study the sock he is sniffing:   Let us too zoom in on the sock, so that we may better admire its smooth, sweaty texture:   Now admire the creases at the top of the sock:   And lastly we admire the pretty mistress from beneath her sock – where we belong: 2. Nervous Next we see a male slave buried in the dirty ground up to his neck, being tormented by a beautiful, short-haired, black mistress. He is right to be nervous and afraid – note the contempt for him on her face, and the rusty pliers in her hand! Let’s hope she shows mercy on him, and lets him kiss her boots!   Mercifully, that’s exactly what she does. But, be in no doubt, this young woman has absolute power over the slave in the ground, as evidenced by her powerful boots and socks in front of his face! She is better than him – and they both know

‘Yo, you down there, the footslave! Beg my pretty girlfriend to take off her boots, so that you can sniff her socks!’   ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir!’   ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress. It if pleases you, pretty mistress? Oh pray will you kindly remove your boots, so that I may sniff your socks, madam? If you would be so kind to a lowly bus-stop footservant, pretty madam?’   ‘Ha! Ha! Go ahead, pathetic slave – sniff!   ‘Ha! Ha! Sock-sniffing queer!’   ‘Ha! Ha! Girls’ sock-sniffer!’

He’s just another, common-or-garden, head-in-the-wall, public footservant serving on the mean streets of the Gynarchy. He lives his humble life down amongst the feet! Here, for example, we see him ‘admiring’ the dirty boots of a street-wise, young Gynarchy woman. Note how he isn’t even able to look up at her superior, street-wise socks.   Now we can have an even closer view of the beautiful, young woman’s boot. You can clearly see just how dirty and street-soiled it is. Such dirt demonstrates her righteous, feminine contempt for the head-in-the-wall bootslave!   Here is the same delightful scene from another angle: What a goddess! Ha! Ha! Truly the head-in-the-wall slave is contemptible! He is subject to the whims of the feet and footwear of every young woman he encounters, whatever their personal, chosen style of footwear.   From the chavvy:   To the genuinely sporty:   And sometimes he must worship female boot or shoe in the presence of gloati

I am a part public/part private footslave. My master Kevin and mistress Kirsty employ me to lick clean female footwear – specifically ladies’ ankleboots – out on the streets at my makeshift, public bootlick-stand during the daytime. And then, during the evenings, I must serve my mistress Kirsty as her personal foot-rest at home. I suppose you could say that I get to experience the best of both worlds when it comes to being a footslave; or should that be the worst of both worlds, since my married master and mistress are very cruel towards me, and very demanding. They have instituted, for example, a system of customer-feedback from the ladies I serve out on the streets during the daytimes, in which the female-customers are asked to leave a card marking my performance in 5 key areas: C ivility H umility O bedience R esults E ffusiveness I can be awarded up to a maximum of 5 points for each section of my C.H.O.R.E card, and at the end of each week, at 06:00 am on a Sun

Just some of the lovely office ladies who regularly use me to clean their footwear in the office-basement throne room 1) Miss Paramjit I have been licking her office shoes for nigh on 30 years now. But whilst 50-something, high-flyer office-mistress Paramjit has just grown lovelier and lovelier with every passing year, I am reduced to being a pathetic, whip-scarred old man – whom she therefore despises all the more as I lickshine her white, office pumps in my dark and dingy, office-basement throne room:   Feet I have kissed a thousand times over the years…   …The feet of a nylon-stockinged goddess!   Contemptuous of me, but utterly beautiful:   2) Miss Alexis Miss Alexis is much younger, and much more blasé about having her boots lickshined by the old-man footservant in the basement: She studies the whip-marks on my back, but doesn’t give a damn about them! In fact, she quite likes them!   3) Miss Danielle Goddess office-manageress young mi