Patheticus Minimus 3D

‘Clean my boots with your tongue, you the dirty slave!’ Master William sir, and his beautiful Nigerian girlfriend miss Adaego madam, love to revel in my public humiliation at the feet and footwear of others – and the dirtier the footwear I must lick clean, the more they revel in my misery! Master William sir, magnificent and magnanimous free man that he is, even brings along a rough scouring brush with which to kindly scrub my face after it gets covered in a customer’s bootmud. For which act of seeming kindness I am ever so grateful to him – though it does tend to leave my face red raw and very sore.

Having to kiss the smartly-dressed, young woman’s boot in public is a truly humbling experience – especially since the sock inside her left ankleboot (the one I am currently kissing) has slipped down her ankle more than the sock inside her right boot. However, it is surely not as humbling as having to kiss the shoes of the smartly-dressed, old man in the queue behind her will be?

Mistress Fiona madam is relaxing in her garden whilst having her muddy boots lickshined by her slave. Note the proximity of her whip – that great instiller of humility and obedience in a slave! In Praise of the Whip By a slave Oh whip, where is thy sting? Where is thy victory? It is on my chastened back Writ large for all to see. And pained onto my face, A source of endless glee, To the one who has applied The fearsome leather hide!

Beautiful landowner mistress Maria is teaching her male slave some home truths, with the aid of her whip! ‘Impudent slave! Do not look me in the eye since I am a woman and you are just a slave. Look only at my feet. Work, slave! Work!’

This is so frustrating. The sink-estate mistress’s sneakers and socks are just inches from my face, yet she will not present them to my humble head for kissing and licking. Instead, she just stands teasingly in front of me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am yearning to lip her sneakers and nose her socks! But they remain maddeningly just out of reach from my footlackey lips – even though they are close enough for me to be able to  smell  the mistress's dirty sneaker leather! I mean – just look at them; they’re perfect! The mistress is perfect! Her white sneakers are street-soiled and grubby, so I would be able to taste where she has been (my only experience of life beyond this wall in which I am confined). And her short, black socks are just ripe for the nosing (well, ‘ripe’ at any rate, having no doubt been on her feet all day inside those hot and sweaty sneakers!). But sadly my menial mouth and inquisitive nose shall just have to wait until such time as the bright and c

Here we see how mistress Maria has kindly erected a set of kneeling stocks in which her slave can recover from his recent whipping. Note how she also kindly keeps the slave company, by relaxing on a comfortable chair with her right foot resting on a crate directly in front of his kneeling face so that he may study the dirt on the sole of her pretty shoe – dirt which, no doubt, accumulated on her shoe whilst she was busy whipping him! He should be made to lick it off.

For serious whippings, mistress Maria likes to secure her slave to the wooden whipping post and then belabour his bare back and shoulders with her mighty whip. She shows no mercy, and indeed relishes the slave’s pathetic pole-dance of pain under the whip!

Sometimes, by way of an additional humiliation, mistress Maria will bury her slave in the dirt up to his rusty neck, and have him lick the mud from her shoes in front of a gentleman caller. It’s her way of demonstrating to her suitor that the slave is in no way a rival for her affections and is, in fact, nothing more than a down-in-the-dirt women’s shoemud licker.

Mistress Maria likes to personally supervise her slave whilst he is down on his knees in the dirt and working hard on her homestead. As you can see, she is a great believer in the power and efficacy of the whip to instil hard work and obedience in a slave, and her brown leather bullwhip is thus never far from her side – or from her slave’s back! Likewise, she is a firm believer in having her slave show respect towards her by kissing her feet. She particularly likes to make him kiss the cross-themed buckle motif on her flat, ballet-flat shoe, as she is a religious woman and the buckle is a reminder to him of her piety. At the same time, the skull and crossbone motifs on her ballet flats are a reminder to the slave of the danger she poses towards him, having absolute power and authority over him. Furthermore, the design of the ballet flats means that whenever his menial mouth is paying humble homage to her ballet-flat buckles, his eyes are forced to observe at extremely close quarters th

‘Kiss my foot, slave.’ ‘Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress. May the pain of a thousand lashes rain down upon my bare back should I fail to please you, mistress!’ It’s the traditional greeting of a mistress to a slave, and an equally traditional response on the part of the slave – going back centuries! Afterwards, when she turns to leave him, there are no words of greeting for the slave. The mere absence of any admonishment on the part of the mistress is taken as a sign that the slave has at least satisfied her with his obedience and humility. The pain of a thousand lashes will not , it seems, rain down upon him on this occasion! But, then again, who knows what a mistress is thinking?