Patheticus Minimus 3D

Every so often it is my great honour to serve the feet of a Righteous maiden. See how my lips pay male homage to her female shoe as she holds the symbolic whip of female power over my head. Of course, the whip can easily be turned from symbolism to reality at her merest whim – for she only has to report me for perceived impertinence to the Gynarchy authorities and I shall be temporarily extracted from my wall to be royally whipped in the town square! So, laden with symbolism though this current scene is, my footslavish respect is very real – as real as if she were wearing sneakers and socks! Graciously, she moves off – to be worshipped and respected by the next public humble-head she happens upon.

The office-mistress stops to have her shoes lickshined by the office-forecourt shoeshiner on her way home from another busy day at the office

Here we see the good citizens of the Gynarchy enjoying a slave auction – and it looks like Ms Mukta and her husband are preparing to make a bid! They should get this slave for a knockdown price as he is already marked by the whip, as you can see! Mind you, each and every one of these fine, upstanding citizens would be a worthy owner of this whipped slave! Happy bidding, Ms Mukta, and good luck!

The cardinal master-sir encourages the two bright young women, both out-of-towners, to make full use of the public humble head. He explains to them that it is their God-given right, and that it is no sin to use him, as he is just a down-in-the-dirt footslave. The Asian girl assures the cardinal master that she has every intention of imposing her sneaker onto the public footslave’s mouth – just as soon as her backpacking companion has finished having her boots lickshined. Meanwhile the aforementioned footslave licks furiously at the blonde girl’s dirty bootleather, determined to do a good job of tongue-cleaning her boots and thus pleasing the mighty cardinal master-sir.

‘Embrasse les pieds de ta maîtresse, esclave!’ ‘Oui Monsieur le Maître. Immédiatement, Monsieur le Maître. Je vous en prie, Monsieur le Maître, ne me fouettez pas, Monsieur le Maître!’

The customer-mistress’s boyfriend watches over me like a hawk as I lickshine his girlfriend’s boots. He makes sure that I ·          Lick the dirtiest, vilest-tasting parts of her boots, yet refrain from grimacing ·          Do NOT allow my eyes to stray above her socktops ·          Think only humble thoughts as I perform my degrading task – the task of a slave The mistress, meanwhile, relaxes above me with a cigarette. She knows she is superb, and better than me, and that it is an honour for the likes of me – a lowly, public footservant - to kneel before her and taste where she has been stepping out with her boyfriend.

Regular customer-mistress Ms Maria madam very much enjoys having her feet kissed in public by the municipal footslave. Her beau enjoys watching it too!

Mistress Maria likes punishing her household slave in front of her handsome beau. Observe how the pathetic and weak slave blubbers in pain in front of the real man!

The whipped slave washes his mistress's feet, acutely aware that her whip is still resting next to her on the sofa, ready to strike him again should he fail to please her!

Mistress Maria has her freshly-whipped slave kiss her pretty shoes in front of her gentleman beau. Let’s face it – if you were her slave, you’d do the same. You certainly wouldn’t want to argue with her whip!

‘Where’s the nearest 24/7 drugstore aroun’ here, an’ that, slave?’ ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, pray forgive me mistress. This slave does not know the answer to the mistress’s question, miss, on account of his being just a stupid head in the wall, miss, who never goes anywhere, miss, begging your pardon miss.’ ‘Tch! I aksed you a question, an’ that slave! Is you fick, or somefing? Where’s the nearest drugstore?!’ ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress. Please don’t hurt me, miss. I’m stupid miss. I don’t know miss. I’m just a slave!’ ‘Tch! F***wit!’ The bright young woman storms off, quite rightly cursing me and turning her back on me like the useless piece of garbage that I am. I feel embarrassed at my ignorance and inability to answer her perfectly reasonable question. I am a slave, and I have failed to please my customer-mistress. I should be ashamed of myself.