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Patheticus Minimus 3D

Footslave Stories and 3D Renders

Mobile Footslave

February 13, 2021

The prisoner-footslave is pushed around the city streets so that he might be made to kiss the public's dirty feet at their convenience.

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Office Glass Footrest

March 18, 2026

A pretty office mistress rests her feet over my face whilst she is seated at her office desk high above me She is distracted by a personal phone call... ...as she rests her loafered feet subliminally on the glass footrest over my face All I can see - but sadly not touch - is the SOLE of her OFFICE SHOE! Her superb office shoes are just inches from my confined face... ...not that she is thinking about me! Why would she? I'm just another piece of office furniture... ...fit only to look up at her in the FOOT! She casually kicks off one of her SHOES and wiggles her pedicured TOES directly above my face I dare not look at her above the ANKLES... ...beautiful girl though she is! My lowly place is to be encased in glass... ...beneath her FEET!

Sitting Duck

March 17, 2026

Sometimes, whenever Ms Mukta is in a foul mood, she steps out into her back passageway in order to have a calming cigarette and to take out her frustrations on me - either verbally or physically, or both! I am, of course, a sitting duck for her to take out her young-womanly anger upon, but tonight, mercifully, I am 'fortunate' in that it is just her verbal abuse that I must suffer as I humbly and terrifiedingly kiss her BLACK LEATHER BOOTS in the darkness! 'Kiss my boots, f***wit slave!... F***ing moron!' 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. At once, mistress Mukta madam. Please don't hurt me, mistress?' She angrily mimics my pathetic plea: 'Oh please don't hurt me, mistress!... F***WIT!' She's right, of course. I am a 'f***wit'. And a frightened footslave! Ms Mukta takes out her anger and frustrations on me, her back passageway footslave 'Kiss my boots, f***wit slave!... F***ing moron!' One can only hope her late-night cigarette wil...

Public Service Broadcast

March 22, 2026

The television reporter on the Gynarchy’s popular ‘Whipping Channel’ sets the scene for both the studio audience and the audience watching eagerly at home: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to ‘The Whipping Channel’ and our latest live, public whipping for your delectation and entertainment! This old slave man is about to be whipped for the crime of neglecting his mistress’s socks. Fifty lashes!’ The crowd in the auditorium cheer, whilst the nationwide TV audience casually pick their noses and eat their snacks in their onesies, tucked up on their respective sofas. ‘Let us begin by speaking to mistress Lisa, the slave’s owner. Lisa, what are you hoping to see this evening?’ 'Hi, Melanie. I’m hoping that you can make my slave really suffer! Not only did he neglect to straighten a crease in my sock, he actually had the audacity to look up at my bare anklebone above the sock!’ The crowd in the auditorium gasp and there are cries, both male and female, of ‘Whip him!’…. ‘Make him fe...