Patheticus Minimus 3D

Here we see a prisoner-fool in the stocks lickshining the frosty boots of a member of the female public who has come to gloat over him in the company of her manly boyfriend. At least by his humility and obedience the fool is earning the mocking approval of the happy couple, rather than their wrath! Note how the semi-naked prisoner is compelled to lie in the freezing cold snow. At least his mocking visitors are well wrapped up against the cold!

It’s a freezing cold night, but that doesn’t stop Ms Mukta Madam, hardy soul that she is, from venturing out in order to have her boots lickshined by a public humble head.

Here we see a master and mistress and their slave at the cinema. Note how the slave must kneel with his back to the cinema screen, and must instead focus on his mistress’s lattice-patterned sock. That’s because, by law, he is not permitted to watch films or movies. At least he has one consolation – he can see glimpses of his mistress’s ankleskin through the latticed stitching of her sock. Note too how the mistress only has eyes for her man. The slave means nothing to her – he is just a ‘thing’ that studies and worships her feet. To be honest, even the film is of little interest to her. She’s just happy to be sitting beside a real man – a man whom she fancies.

Having used the bathroom, the pretty young woman uses me to have her feet kissed. She is not my enemy; but nor is she my friend. She looks down on me. She despises me, and sees me as pathetic – a mere kisser of girls’ feet. And so she does not kiss me back – like she would a real man; a man whom she admires and loves. I am not her lover; I am merely her public footservant, and she my esteemed customer-mistress. After the transaction, she turns and walks away from me – cold and aloof; feeling superior; respected; smug. Leaving me behind in a place of public dirt. As ever, I feel humbled. And rightly so.