Patheticus Minimus 3D

Ms Mukta is in her element! Not only is the slave having to kiss her feet (her favourite pastime). He is simultaneously having to labour under the sting of her whip (her second favourite pastime!). She can shout at him, and bully him, and he has no choice but to obey her. No wonder she's smiling. She's in a position of absolute female power!

She's a rebel... and her feet must be kiss-respected by the foothole prisoner-slave. Because, unlike him, she is free to go wherever she wants and to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants. He can only look on at her boots in awe!

The frightened scrubber slave works hard scrubbing rocks, stopping only to kiss the feet of a passing taskmistress when she comes to inspect his work in a desperate attempt to avoid further blows from her whip!

It's late evening and a bright, young businesswoman requires her feet to be kissed by a public humble-head as she makes her way home after a long day at the office. She doesn't say anything to him - just shoves her feet into his face, one after the other, before turning and walking away from him, leaving him to rot in the dirt where he belongs.

Being an inner city footslave is actually quite a skilled job - particularly when 'lickshining' sandals. One must take great care not to inadvertently brush one's face against the customer's sock or bare foot skin whilst one is tongue-attending to their sandal straps! Fortunately, on this occasion, I manage to avert any such disaster! Once again, you will notice, the customer did not acknowledge me in any way, other than to shove her feet, one after the other, in my face. And quite right she is too. No one should ever have to acknowledge a public footslave.