Patheticus Minimus 3D

Despite appearances, she’s a good girl. A good Samaritan, in fact, for she never passes by a public humble head without stopping to have her feet kissed – whatever the weather!

The foothole prisoner-slave must kiss a variety of prison-visitors’ feet in the gloom of the prison corridor, through the tiny hatch at the bottom of his cell door, throughout his humble day – culminating, of course, in the black leather uniform boots of one of his guard-mistresses.

Even late into the evening the prisoner-slave in the stocks must show his respect for his, by now often drunken, tormentors and tormentresses. For, inebriated or not, they are still his betters and are in a position to hurt him, should they so desire to. He is completely and utterly at their mercy, which is, of course, the whole point of the stocks – to be weakened; humbled; made to suffer; and made subject to the mercy of your betters.