Patheticus Minimus 3D

Ms Mukta, watched by her manly husband, enjoys making use of the public humble-head facility to clean her sneakers both before entering, and again on leaving, the public restroom facility. And rightly so - for that's what he's there for! Indeed, he has been lickshining shoes on this very same spot for over 50 years - and will continue to do so until his dying day. Note how the the ugly, old fool has the added indignity of having to stare at her plain, grey sock as his tongue tastes where she has been. What would you like to see other people doing to him? After all, he's just a slave and they can do whatever they wish with him!

Kind customer-mistresses show me their socks in all their glory - rather than hide them underneath slacks or deep within their enclosed shoes or boots. Sometimes they even permit me to kiss them on the sock. Of course, those sock-kisses must be respectful and slavish - not lustful and lascivious*. Especially when the sock-wearer's boyfriend is accompanying her and is watching me like a hawk! That's because I'm nothing more than another man's girlfriend's humble sock-kisser. * By law, a slavish sock-kiss must be: crisp and dry audible repeated until ordered to stop separated by 1 second from the preceding kiss the slave's eyes must not rise above the top of the sock (however short the sock) the slave's demeanour, whilst delivering the sock-kiss, bust be humble and resigned. His face must display his awareness of the humbling nature of what he is having to do (i.e. kiss another human being's sock whilst they are still wearing it on their foot) whilst at t...

Slave bashers are girls who like beating up helpless public footslaves out on the streets. Whenever a 'slave basher' comes your way, you would do well to show her the utmost slavish respect! Kiss her boots and bow your head before her socks. For she has the power, and the inclination, to hurt you! And if she does hurt you, you must thank her kindly, and humbly beg for more. Because you know it pleases her.

It's late at night and most people have gone to bed. I too would love to be able to get some shut-eye! But a public footservant's work is never done - and if a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, wide-awake young woman wants her boots lickshined in the middle of the night, then lickshined they must be! 'You down there! The slave! My boots need shining. Lick them!' Suddenly my field of blurry-eyed vision is filled with a fat white girl's black boots and socks! ' Yes, mistress. At once, mistress!' The most frustrating thing is - her boots are already perfectly clean and shiny! Not that I dare dell her that, of course, for in the Gynarchy of Barbaria a girl is never wrong! Afterwards she crouches down to mock me: 'Aww... did I wake you up, slave? I'm sorry - but my boots are much more important than your shut-eye, aren't they?' 'Yes, mistress.Thanking you kindly, mistress. Please don't beat me, madam.' She blows her cigarette smoke triumph...

Ms Mukta imposes her sweaty-socked toes on her household-porch feetwipe's upturned face. Given that she has just returned from a long run, the smell must be overwhelming! The grimace on the slave's gormless, helpless face would certainly suggest so. I suspect the fool would much rather have her street-soiled sneaker sole on his upturned nose right now!

It's two weeks' later and officer-mistress Ms Mukta madam is back on duty after her holiday abroad and is kindly showing me her nice  tan  via a tiny slither of her bare leg above her bootsock top. I am truly grateful to the officer-mistress for mocking me in this way since I rarely get to see bare, female flesh in this terrible place of permanent punishment. I humbly congratulate officer-mistress Mukta on her tan and welcome her back on duty as I kiss-respect her uniform boot. I have missed her, but she says she didn't miss me. On the contrary, she was holidaying with her manly husband Simon ('master Simon sir' to me) and they both had a great time.

The feisty young Arab woman frequently argues with her father. But her slave never  argues with her - or her whip which, as her T shirt clearly indicates, she is not afraid to use! Instead, he just kneels submissively at his mistress's feet and studies her shoes and socks. He does well to do so for, even though he is an obedient and non-argumentative slave, the whip is evidently no stranger to his flesh. He must therefore seek to please his mistress!