Patheticus Minimus 3D

1. The Wisdom of the Three ‘C’s A) The Three Uppercase ‘C’s A mistress should only speak to her slave to C ommand, C riticise or C hastise. Her tone should be abrupt and harsh. And rightly so – for she is his master and owner; not his friend. b) the three lowercase ‘c’s A slave must be c ourteous, c ompliant and c ontrite. His tone must be one of fear and trembling. And, again, rightly so – for he is the inferior of his mistress, a subhuman (submissive human) whose only purpose in life is to serve, obey, and suffer punishment. Observance by both parties to their respective ‘3 Cs’ should make for the perfect office mistress/slave relationship:   See how the glorious, office mistress subliminally flicks the contents of her surreptitious nose-pick down onto the office floor at her booted feet beneath her desk – right in front of the office slave’s unworthy, kneeling face:   And a very nice nose it is too – now clear and free of obstruction! The nose of one’s female b

My footoire-supervisor mistress, miss Mi Ling, who, quite rightly, utterly despises me, makes damn well sure that I afford equal, footslavish respect to the feet and footwear of both my male customers and female customers – as befits an indiscriminate footslave!    

1. A Gynarchy Gloater 23 year old miss Chun Hua loves touring the Gynarchy’s dungeons (which are open to the female public), and gloating over the unfortunate and helpless male slaves in their cells:   And having them kiss her pretty, Chinese feet through the rusty bars of their dungeon cells:   Get a whiff of her free foot in your ugly, imprisoned face…   …whilst her own pretty face mocks you and laughs down at you! She hasn’t even pedicured her toenails for you! You’re just a slave – not her boyfriend! 2. Wonky Stocks As she observed me freshly confined in the wonky kneeling stocks in the midst of my gloomy male-prison cell, 20 year old, blonde prison-visitor mistress Rebecca gleefully informed me that I would be sure to be begging for release within the next 30 to 40 minutes or so, as it had been scientifically proven (by the Gynarchy’s torture-scientists, apparently) that the enhanced curvature of the spine and muscle pressure imposed on a helpless prisoner-slave