Patheticus Minimus 3D

It comes to something when a public humble-head has nothing better to do on a wet and miserable, rainy night than to yearn for the company of dirty, female boots - even when those boots mock him mercilessly; and despise him; and wish him nothing but ill! A pretty Asian mistress approaches me through the rain Her black leather boots splash through the puddles on the pavement 'Haha - how you liking it, slave? How you like being out here in cold and rain, kissing and licking people dirty, wet boots and shoes?... ...You a moron? You a foot-f***wit?... ...Haha, I laugh at you, bootboy!... ...You shine my boots, now! LICK!' The mocking mistress obligingly shoves one of her booted feet towards my face and I start to lick! She then switches her booted feet in front of my helpless face! The boots taste vile! But then, boots always do - regardless of whether they are clean or not! The bitter taste of soiled bootleather is, sadly, no stranger to my tongue! 'Haha, that right, slaveboy

'Look, Mukta! A slave! Haha - he looks frightened of us! Let's go over and humiliate him!' The astute young woman in the bright red coat and yellow leotard is quite correct... ...I am indeed frightened of these two girls! It's just part and parcel of being a public humble-head in the Gynarchy - fear of what girls might do to you! In this case, they make me kiss their feet! Filthy dirty boots... ...and sneakers! But I must obey, for I am frightened of them both and at their female mercy! I'm dirt, whereas they are goddesses! How they mock me and laugh at me as I pay my male-labial respects to their filthy, female footwear! I hear the young woman take a swig of her warm, refreshing coffee as I taste her sneaker dirt! Our respective mouths are fit for the differing tastes now regaling them... ...Caffeine in her case; dirt in mine! And her vile sneaker dirt is now mixing with Ms Mukta's residual boot dirt inside my menial mouth! I look up to the girl's sock - bo

The whip! Oh the whip! I'm going to be whipped! I've angered my mistress Causing her distress So now my flesh shall be stripped! The pain! Oh the pain! I'm about to experience pain! Stinging my skin Racking my nerves, From back right up to my brain! Pity! Oh sweet pity! I plead for her feminine pity! And kiss the feet Of the one who would beat, Whilst admiring her socks, so pretty! The lash!  Oh the lash! I feel the first cut of the lash! My blood runs cold My flesh burns hot As I suffer a gory gash! Oh pray! Oh sweet pray! I scream and I beg and I pray! But the lash falls again Engendering pain And utter slavish dismay! Stripes! Oh the stripes! All is redness and stripes! My mind is ablaze As the weals start to raise And the sting of the lash really bites! Oh death! Oh sweet death! Oh death would be better than this! But I am in the power At this terrible hour Of my most belligerent Miss! My moans! Oh my moans! I cannot stifle my moans! All praise to my whipper And her cru