Patheticus Minimus 3D

The bright, young woman delights in observing the pathetic, head-in-the-wall footfool kissing her manly boyfriend’s feet. The footfool’s humbling hat ignobly jingle-jangles as his lowly lips make craven contact with the superior, free man’s big toe! Imagine the footfool’s own delight, however, when the young woman takes her turn to present his menial mouth with her beautiful boots and socks!

Being a communal, male footslave in an office full of superior females means a lot more than just constant, hard work (my personal, default position is to be down on my hands and knees, scrubbing the office floors where the ladies walk, with my tiny and inadequate, male scrubbing brush – anything up to 18 hours a day); it also means: Submitting to constant interruptions from one’s female betters, as they require one to stop scrubbing the dirty floor, and to start kissing, or lickshining, their dirty office boots or shoes It means doing so with good grace and an air of willingness and submissiveness (however much one may be feeling under the weather, or just fed up with the taste of dirty, feminine shoeleather) It means making the office lady feel special as one tongue-attends to her footwear – as if she were the only footmistress in the entire office It means respecting and admiring her choice of footwear – even if it is not really to one’s individual, footslavish taste (I, for ...

She is in love with her man, and supports him whilst he is having his manly feet washed by the insignificant slave:

As my beautiful mistress Anuska waits for her subway train to take her home from work, most men are attracted by her stunning, flame-red hair. I, on the other hand, am attracted to her everyday boots and socks – which is hardly surprising, given that I am her personal boot and sock slave, and must follow them on my hands and knees to heel everywhere she goes!   My mistress Anuska likes to wear plain grey socks with her ubiquitous, black office ankleboots, and I like to study the vertical lines of stitching in her socks as she subliminally flexes her dainty, feminine ankle muscles on the subway platform. I also admire the contrast between the narrow stitching of the main body of her grey sock and the thicker stitching of the elasticated uppers. It almost creates a two-tone, grey girlsock effect! At such times, I must confess, I am shamefully oblivious to my mistress Anuska’s redheaded beauty high above me, focussing as I am on the black and grey beauty of her boots and soc...

He’s just a lowly footstool for his superior master and mistress after they have made love above him. He is a thing that is despised, down amongst the smelly feet – and rightly so!