Patheticus Minimus 3D

My job as a municipal footslave is quite simple, really. It’s to: ·          Shut up ·          Lick boot; and ·          Admire sock I mean, take the customer-mistress utilising me now – a Gynarchy-Guard mistress. She’s much too bright and intelligent to ever wish to converse with the likes of me as she texts someone on her smartphone high above me. She doesn’t even need to bark down her orders at me in an unfriendly, female tone – it’s obvious what I must do; lickshine her boot. And even her grey, uniform, Gynarchy government-issued sock is better than me and worth more than me, which is why I can only admire the narrow slither of sock which is visible to me as I tongue-shine her ankle boot. She walks haughtily away from me when I’ve finished mouth-cleaning her boots, again without saying a word to me. I am nothing to her – and rightly so. For I am just a simple slave, whereas she is a smart young woman. It’s obvious what I must do – shut up; lick boot; admire sock.

I was going about my humble business of tongue-shining a beautiful girl’s black leather ankleboots under the watchful whip of her boyfriend, when she suddenly leaned forwards and pointed to the top of one of her white cotton bootsocks, ordering me to ‘nose’ it. To ‘nose’ a sock means to rub the sensitive tip of one’s nose up against the material of the sock just above the sock-wearer’s shoe or boot rim, preferably along a vertical or horizontal groove in the stitching of the sock, and to then breathe in audibly and deeply the ensuing aroma of warm sock mixed with musty boot. It is, clearly, a very intimate act, and one normally reserved for a personal or private footservant in the privacy of a mistress’s own home. But here am I, ordered to shamelessly nose a young woman’s sock in public – though, to be fair, the only other member of the public present right now, apart from the customer-mistress herself, is her boyfriend. That doesn’t diminish his or her, enjoyment of my humiliation as

The Asian girl with attitude is wearing tan-coloured nylons beneath her blue denim jeans and inside her grubby white sneakers, and so the pathetic public-footbooth slave tries desperately to study the individual lines of stitching in the nylon-material covering the young woman’s shapely ankles as he dutifully lickshines her dirty outer footwear. Such a nice change from studying cotton socks! From certain angles he can even make out the uppermost tip of the dark, reinforced heel area of her otherwise tan nylons. A cheap nylon thrill! At one point the bright and intelligent-looking young woman even turns around and has him lick her street-soiled sneaker heels, thereby granting him an intimate view of the backs of her tan-nylon-covered heels; a seemingly rare honour to be afforded to a public footbooth-slave such as him, until he realises she is just showing off for the benefit of her boyfriend – a real man who doesn’t study the intricate weave of the lower parts of his girlfriend’s nyl