Patheticus Minimus 3D

‘You clean shoe, dirty slave! You filth! You not look at sock. You not let dirty can fall from head, or I have you whip!’ Gynarchy girls certainly know how to humiliate a public footservant. Here we see a queue of them waiting patiently in line in order to impose their street-soiled shoes and socks on his menial mouth. And, just to add a certain frisson to the proceedings, some wag has placed a rusty old tin can on top of the slave’s humble head. It is balanced somewhat precariously, but the slave knows he must literally carry the can; for if it falls off, as his current Chinese customer-mistress has made crystal clear, he will be whipped!

The mistress is stern, strong and muscular, and her weakling of a slave does well to prostrate himself at her feet and kiss her outstretched sneaker-toe. Indeed, he should really think about upper-lipping her short, black sneaker sock, so that she can really feel his fear and trembling through the material of her sock. However, he mustn’t touch her bare skin – that really would lead to the whip caressing his back, and not in a pleasant way!

‘Heh heh! Go on, officer! Beat him! Show him who’s boss! Really make your mark on him!’ The elderly master-sir is quite breathless with excitement! He loves watching prisoner beatings, and has even brought along his lady friend to enjoy the proceedings with him! Important points to note about this scene: ·       The kneeling prisoner has his head scissored between one of the female guard’s uniformed legs ·       He is thus compelled to look down at the tops of her boots and socks throughout his beating ·       The blonde-haired guard mistress is wearing thick, plain, grey bootsocks inside her black leather uniform boots – a truly humbling sight for any prisoner-slave to have to endure, even at the best of times. But for him, right now, it’s about to be the worst of times! Ha! Ha! ·       Guard-mistress Goldilocks has also brought along some refreshment for herself in the form of a carton...

Glamorous local goddess customer-mistress, Ms Michelle madam, is always jetting off somewhere on her latest modelling assignment. It is therefore only right and proper that I, a stationary and immobile slave, should kiss-respect her feet, and wish her a safe onward journey, every time she is about to head off to the airport.

Not all my customers are scruffily dressed working class citizens from the nearby sink-estate. Here you see a smartly dressed, upper class Gynarchy couple using me. At the moment I am kiss-respecting the young woman’s expensive, white shoes, but no doubt in due course I shall also be required to lickshine the master-sir’s equally smart, brown leather kneeboots – as a demonstration of my footslavish submissiveness in the face of such wealth and power!

The office footrest slave must lie beneath his office mistress’s desk and study the soles of her musty and leathery smelling ballet-flats as she rests her pretty feet on him whilst working on her office computer high above him. Important points to note about the office footrest’s humble role: ·       The office mistress never speaks to her human footrest. That’s because he’s just a ‘thing’ that she rests her feet on – just another piece of dumb office furniture. The office cleaners are the ones responsible for feeding and watering him (though they often neglect that part of their duties). But the office mistress merely uses him. ·       Sometimes the office mistress will kick off her shoes and rest her bare, nyloned or socked feet directly on the footrest’s upturned face – at which point he, of course, gets to inhale the tangy aroma of her very personal foot odour. But, for the most part, all he gets to see, smell and taste is the dirt o...