Patheticus Minimus 3D

‘Clean my boots, slave!’ ‘Yes, miss. At once, mistress madam! Is the mistress heading off on a hot date tonight, miss?’ ‘Yeah, I’m meetin’ up wiv my boyfriend in a few minutes, an’ that, so get a move on or I’ll be late, yeah?’ ‘Yes, miss! Of course, mistress!’ ‘Haha! Don’t you wish you could be goin’ out on a hot date tonight with a beautiful girl like me, slave?’ ‘Oh pray, pretty madam! Oh bless! You are indeed very sweet and kind to think of my wellbeing, miss! But I’m just a slave, miss. I must work all the time, madam – shining shoes. And besides, I’m too old and ugly to ever be attractive to a superb young woman like yourself, miss. Plus I’m completely impotent, miss, begging your pardon ma’am. I’m just a shoelicking loser, miss!’ ‘Haha! Don’t worry, slave. I was only joshin’ you, yeah? Haha – I mean, just look at you, an’ that! Who in their right mind would wanna date a dirty, old public shoelick like you? Haha! You is not only ugly – you is fick! And you is not even all that go...

Pretty patrol officer Ms Ehawee madam oftentimes stops by me whilst pounding her local beat in order to have her uniform shoes kiss-respected. You can also just make out her grey sock. And if you cast your eyes up towards the balcony of the nearby block of flats you will observe the boots and socks of another regular customer-mistress of mine – those of local resident Ms Karen madam. Truly I am a fortunate slave – to be a male, public footslave in such a glorious and safe, female neighborhood!

It’s good to see Ms Mukta madam back on the sink estate on a chilly, autumnal evening and using me to kiss-worship her dirty sneakers – and I’m immensely pleased to observe that she is even wearing the same pair of blue socks with pink, heart-shaped dots that I do believe she was wearing inside her ubiquitous sneakers last Autumn! I never forget a pretty sock!

Unfortunately for me, my employers - the owners of the public house where I am based - have (deliberately) placed me right next to an external drainpipe, meaning that the ground around my humble head is often wet with filthy rainwater. However, being an innovative footslave, I turn it to my advantage by using the rainwater to dampen my tongue which in turn helps me to remove the filth and dirt from my customers’ shoes and boots.

Unemployed regular customer-mistress, goddess mistress Ms Samantha madam, a poor local girl living on Female State handouts, is explaining to the rich Indian lady, an esteemed visitor to the Gynarchy, with a friendly and welcoming smile that I, the local sink-estate public humble head, am obliged to kiss the feet of everyone on the estate throughout the day (and throughout the night too if necessary) as I am just a slave and therefore must show respect for my betters. However, that friendly smile has gone from Ms Samantha’s pretty face soon after the Indian lady has left and it’s her own turn to have her benefits-boots kissed. That’s because Ms Samantha knows she is not my friend, and that, as she has just explained to our overseas visitor, I am nothing more than a piece of common or garden, street garbage who is obliged to kiss the feet of my betters – be they rich like the Indian lady or, like her, living below the poverty line.

The three wise women from the sink estate are enjoying humbling me on a chilly, autumnal evening. The fat mistress is making me kiss her scuzzy, grey-white sneaker whilst her thin companion is digging her bony, black-socked ankles into my temples. Meanwhile a younger, knee-booted mistress, who is watching proceedings from nearby, gleefully informs me, in between taking drags on her cigarette, that it is forecast to rain heavily tonight, and that I am therefore in for a drenching! Mind you, she goes on to say, that’s probably a good thing since I’m dirty and I stink, and I could do with having a good shower! The three wise ladies all laugh at me as I humbly apologise for my offensive odour in between my servile kisses to the fat mistress’s outstretched sneaker. The thought occurs to me that her green sock inside her sneaker could probably do with a good wash also, and that she would be welcome to take it off and leave it on top of my humble head since it is due to rain tonight. But, of ...