Patheticus Minimus 3D

‘Ha! Ha! Don’t you feel weak, slave? Don’t you feel shame? Having to lick the dirt off my boots in the presence of my boyfriend? Ha! Ha! He’s a much better man than you. And I am better than you too! Even my sock is higher, and better, than you! Say it, slave! Acknowledge that my plain brown sock is better than you!’ ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress, truly this weak, bootlicking slave is ashamed to admit that your plain brown sock is indeed higher and better than me, mistress, thanking you kindly most high and mighty customer-mistress madam.’ ‘Ha! Ha! That’s right, Angie! Humiliate him with your sock while he’s having to clean your boot! We ARE better than him. And even your socks are worth more than him. He’s just a helpless, down-in-the-dirt footslave! What a sad loser! Ha! Ha!’  

In the French quarter of the Gynarchy’s second largest city, Femina, a pleasant, outdoor café culture prevails during the summer months. Spot the head-in-the-wall footslave beneath the café table. Ha! Ha! Not so pleasant for him, perhaps, down amongst the feet?

The office-corridor, public shoelick’s work is never done, lickshining the court shoes of the superior and haughty, young women of the office. Unlike the office cleaner-mistress’s work. She does find time to take a break from mopping the floors in order to gloat over the humble shoelick, even finding the time to take up the seat of power herself, and have her own hardworking shoes lick-cleaned. And rightly so!

Everything is as it should be in the ramshackle, shanty part of town. The slave is getting soaked whilst having to pay respectful homage to the mistress’s booted feet. You may well ask what is the point of this bright, young woman having her dirty boots lickshined in the rain and the mud Won’t the slave’s work be entirely nugatory, since her boots are bound to get muddy again as soon as she walks away from him? But of course, that is the whole point – to humiliate him, and demean him! And note how the slave’s lowly eyeline, aided and abetted no doubt by the rusty, iron neck-collar around his scrawny slave-neck, remains beneath her white, scrunched-down, bootsock top. And rightly so – for even her socktop is better than him! Let’s zoom in further, through the rain, onto her superior sock. Let’s admire the texture of her sock with our eyes, whilst the slave admires the texture of her bootleather – on his tongue! Truly it is the sock of a goddess! How the slave must yearn to kiss-worship ...

One of the joys of living in the Gynarchy – if you are a young woman – is the ability to torment and humiliate male prisoner-slaves in the public stocks. Here we see one such, bright young woman, accompanied by her two friends, compelling a hapless prisoner-slave to lick her bots, and all under the watchful and approving eyes of the Gynarchy Authorities: Points to note about this scene: Ø   Observe how close the kneeling fool’s nose is to the surface of the beautiful, young black woman’s black leather boot as he licks her haughtily outstretched boot-toe. He must surely be able to smell the musty leather of her boot at the same time as he is tasting it? Ha! Ha! How humiliating for him! I wonder if he can taste little bits of street grime and dirt from where she has been walking? Ha! Ha! That stylish boot is certainly dominating his senses at this moment as it towers mightily over him – the boot of his better! Ø   Do you think she is wearing socks inside her boots? I strongly s...

One of the most humbling aspects of the modern stocks is the ability of one’s tormentors to instantly upload photos of one’s suffering and humiliation onto their social media pages, thereby perpetuating it online for all eternity and for all to see. But it’s nothing less than I deserve! A real man's foot in my face... ...to the great joy and amusement of the mistress!

Old Sock Ears must surely be feeling misty-eyed as he witnesses the happy couple embracing in front of him through the evening mist? Just think – in another life, in another world, it could have been him embracing this beautiful, young woman, instead of serving as her dirty-sock airer! Never mind. Hopefully the moisture in the air will help to aerate her sweaty, argyle-patterned socks more quickly, leaving them clean and fresh come the morning time. That’s the best he can hope for when it comes to pleasing her!

The caged footslave is subjected to public ridicule in the town square – and rightly so! Note how his burly overseer stands over him with a leather whip – ready to stripe his naked, kneeling back should he fail to show appropriate humility and shame in front of his betters, both male and female.

The middle-aged, Chinese couple are explaining to their new house slave, in broken English but in no uncertain terms, his primary role as the personal servant of their beloved, 21 year old daughter – Miss Li Ling: ‘You a slave. You a dirty. You obey Miss Li Ling, or we give you many pain! Miss Li Ling say, ‘Slave kiss feet’, same second you kiss Miss Li Ling feet. Miss Li Ling say, ‘Slave smell sock’, same second you smell Miss Li Ling dirty sock. Miss Li Ling say, ‘Slave fetch whip’, same second you fetch Miss Li Ling whip. All the time you obey Miss Li Ling. You work. You bow. You fear Miss Li Ling. She your master. You her slave! Ha! Ha! You wear cangue. You a fool!’ Miss Li Ling herself, meanwhile, can’t wait to get her hands on the aforementioned whip!

A word to the wise – when you are surrounded by a gang of streetwise punks show them some respect. For you are in their power and at their mercy, be they male or female. And you are in no position to defend yourself should they decide to turn nasty and kick you in the face, you stupid, sock-eared, humble head! Other points to note about this scene: ·          None of the punk-rockers is looking down kindly upon the slave ·          That’s because they know they are better than him, and that he is bound by law to show them appropriate slavish respect ·          Furthermore, they are all superior smokers and will no doubt soon be adding to the cigarette-butt detritus surrounding the slave’s humble head ·          By law, they can do no wrong. The punk females are above the law, being female. But even the punk master-sir is above th...

The slave must dutifully polish his pretty mistress’s black, loafer shoes