Patheticus Minimus 3D

Old Rusty-Neck the public shoelick really is extraordinarily   privileged – for a slave! ·         Not only has he managed to survive to the ripe old age of 80 ·         Not only is he still able to work – lickshining the public’s boots and shoes ·         And not only does he get to work under the strict supervision of a beautiful, whip-wielding, young Muslim woman ·         Here we see him having the inestimable privilege of lickshining the black leather uniform boots of not one, but two of the Gynarchy’s finest trainee Female Police Officer-Mistresses – the first wearing red socks (to match the red bow in her hair); the second wearing regulation grey socks inside her heavy boots What elderly footslave wouldn’t wish to be in Old Rusty Neck’s unenviable position? I mean, most of his compatriots will have been consigned to the underground sla...

The pathetic prisoner-slave is seeking to ingratiate himself with his new trainee jailer. He is complementing her on her red bootsocks – pointing out that her socks are more intelligent than him, since they contain her precious, feminine footsweat-enzymes. He also likes the way her socks match her red epaulettes and the red bow in her hair. They are, of course, mere statements of fact that her socks are more intelligent than him and match her bow and epaulettes. So, to be honest, the young officer-mistress is not that impressed. This slave shall have to try harder if he wishes to avoid his stupid face being pummelled by her heavy truncheon!

The trainee officer-mistress is having her boots lickshined by one of the humble heads on her beat. Note how she hasn’t yet learned how to add to the head-in-the-wall footslave’s humiliation by hitching up her trouser-hem in order to expose the twisted top of her sock to him. However, I’m sure her more experienced colleague and mentor, officer mistress Aneka madam, who is looking on, will soon put her trainee right on that! Meanwhile the pathetic humble head licks the boot of trainee female-power and authority with maleslave gusto – anxious to demonstrate to both the trainee officer-mistress and her mentor his footslavish humility and contrition (and, it must be said, because he is curious to taste where this bright, young woman has been walking!)

Here we see a Gynarchy prisoner-slave surrounded by female power and at the mercy of several young women’s boots, shoes and socks. ·         Firstly, he is having to kiss-respect the flat, canvas shoes of a civilian visitor-mistress, miss Arabella madam. Miss Arabella often visits the Gynarchy foothole dungeons in order to lord it over the prisoner-footslaves, and the Gynarchy authorities, as you can see, very much approve of such visits. Ms Arabella madam is wearing plain grey socks which the prisoner must humbly admire as he kisses her outstretched, rounded shoe toe. Note how her plain, grey sock is casting a shadow over his ugly face. I expect the fool is studying the stitching and creases in her sock, and contemplating how immersed in stale, warm sweat it must be since it is now early evening and the visiting civilian mistress has, presumably, been wearing those same shoes and socks on her feet all day. What a sobering thought for him! ·     ...

As I am a slave, I like being told what to do. I like it when a customer-mistress knows her own mind, and immediately takes charge – pointing out with her finger (which I would very much like to lick out of respect for both her and it) the areas of shoedirt she wishes my tongue to concentrate on. I especially like it when that same customer-mistress is wearing brightly coloured socks for, even though her socks are out of bounds to me, they very much brighten up my dullard’s day!

'Oh pray, oh pray, I once was gay; happy and carefree, but now I am misery.' I have been sentenced by the Female Courts to a life of ‘relentless toil’ on the Gynarchy work wheel. Day and night, day in and day out, for 365 days a year, I must ‘work’ the wheel – with only 4 hours respite per day for sleeping. And I must sleep standing up – chained to the wheel. There is no escape. This is my life, and will, eventually, be my death. But, of course, my miserable existence is not just confined to hard labour; I must also suffer the pain and indignity of the whip on my back – wielded by a succession of shift-working, uniformed taskmistresses. They only work 8 hour shifts, so they are perennially fresh and keen to spur me on to ever greater efforts on the wheel, however weary my old body and bones may have become. And, I must say, the whip is a great stimulant to ever greater effort on my part; its sting is a remarkable force for banishing work fatigue in a work slave! Added to the ...

My humble task in hand – or should that be in mouth – is to lickshine the customer-mistress’s boots whilst she totally ignores me and concentrates on reading her glossy magazine. She ignores me too when she eventually ups and leaves, as I am a nothing and a nobody – just an anonymous, two-a-penny, public shoelick; and an ugly old one, at that!

Guard-mistress Ms Aneka madam is in a foul mood. She points out to me that her boots are all muddy and dirty, and asks me if I think it is acceptable that she should have to go about her duties with dirty boots? I apologise profusely to guard-mistress Ms Aneka madam for the state of her boots (even though I am not responsible for where she has been walking) and humbly offer to lickshine her boots for her. She angrily takes me up on my offer, warning me to do a good job or else she will have me whipped about the face! As I begin lickshining her boots I observe a flash of white, feminine sock beneath her wonky trouser-hems. Ordinarily, I would pray for Ms Aneka madam’s permission to nose the top of her white sock, since nosing our guards’ socks is the highlight of we prisoner-slaves’ day! But, under the current circumstances, and given her foul mood, I decide to refrain from asking for such an honour on this humbling occasion. Instead I focus on lickshining the offending dirt off the out...