Patheticus Minimus 3D

A pretty customer-mistress - in a pretty dress and with pretty boots and socks - walks confidently towards me on her way out of the cafe. She stops by my kneeling face, though only briefly of course, in order to have her feet kiss-respected by the cafe's complimentary feetgreeter-slave! A pretty customer in a pretty dress and with pretty boots and socks heads towards me The closer her boots and socks get, the prettier they become! Finally, the boots and socks stop directly in front of my kneeling face Then, without any further ado, the right boot is unceremoniously shoved towards my waiting lips... ...swiftly followed by the left I admire the sock as I am kissing the boot... ...and again with her right boot and sock when she switches her feet back again Then, all too soon, the humiliating (for me) ritual is over The pathetic feetgreeter-slave is left behind, kneeling forlornly on the floor... ...whilst the pretty boots and socks head off into the town I audaciously take one last l

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam enjoys telling me all about the busy day she has planned ahead of her with her husband. Firstly they will be going to a garden centre to buy produce for their garden. Then they are having a pub lunch with some friends, before heading off to the cinema for a matinee performance of the latest blockbuster movie. Then, in the evening, she and her husband will be visiting her in-laws for tea. Ms Mukta then mockingly asks me what my plans are for the day, and I must humbly and reverentially explain to her what she already knows, which is that I am not going anywhere, but must remain here kissing the feet of my betters i.e. of anyone and everyone who happens along! Ms Mukta laughs (at me) and orders me to kiss her feet. As she does so, she mockingly says she hopes I will at least get to see lots of nice 'sockies' on my customers' feet? She is saying that because she knows I am a pathetic 'sockieboy slave' i.e. one that likes witnessing and a

Inside the ladies' restroom I am constantly kissing feet - the feet of my betters.  

A pathetic, household slave kiss-respects his pretty mistress's socked feet as she relaxes in front of the television. Dutifully kiss-respecting my pretty mistress's sweaty-socked foot in front of the television She is very much focussed on the TV programme whilst I am very much focussed on her sock I have no business watching, or listening to, the TV programme My only business is with my mistress's plain, black sock... ...kissing it... ...inhaling it... ...worshipping it! Even her soft, bare legskin above the sock is out of bounds to me! I am her sock  slave; not her leg  slave! Meanwhile, her pretty, still sweaty and warm, discarded sneakers lie on the floor nearby Not that my pretty mistress is in the least bit concerned whether her used sneaker and sock stink is invading my kneeling nose! I'm a slave - and slaves kiss, and sniff, socks! 'Kiss the other sock, slave!' 'Yes, mistress. At once, mistress!' She resumes watching her TV programme...  ...con