Patheticus Minimus 3D

My clever mistress Mukta gets on with her work on her laptop high above me whilst I, the thicky slave, study her socks. My clever mistress is at work on her laptop high above me whilst I study the backs of her socks That's because I'm just a thick slave - incapable of thinking of anything above my mistress's socks Studying her socks stretches the very limits of my puny brain! The intricate weave of her socks mesmerises me! I realise, of course, that her sock is more high-class, more important and more intricate than me It is a higher being - being the sock of a young woman! I humbly switch my attention to her other sock Again, I am entranced by the intricate weave of her sock... ...even though just a tiny slither of her sock is visible above her sneaker rim MUST study the visible area of sock! The SOCK!... The SOCK!... My mistress's SOCK!... ...Her SOCK! ALL is SOCK, and SOCK is ALL! SOCK! God bless my mistress's SOCKS! BOTH of them! The object of my slavish fascina...

It goes without saying that I am very much in a lowly privileged position in my humble capacity as a public shoelick-slave. Not only do I get to taste where my betters have been walking in their superior shoes or boots, I am also privileged to be ultra-close to their superior socktops – to observe the patterns in the stitching of their socks and any natural creases that may have developed in them whilst they are wearing them on their feet and ankles. Of course, my customers don’t give me a second thought or glance as I tongue attend to their outer footwear and mind-admire their inner footwear. To them, I’m just an anonymous ‘thing’ that licks boots – and an ugly old thing at that! But I internally praise and bless them for unknowingly bestowing such immeasurable privileges upon me. I am not worthy! I am in the lowly, privileged position of serving a female customer's boots and socks whilst she steadfastly ignores me I get to taste where she has been... ...from the soles of her bo...

My clever mistress Mukta earns some extra cash by chaining a portable wooden footblock around my scrawny neck and touting me to passers-by in the alleyways of the Gynarchy as a shoe and sock kisser. ‘Kiss this man’s socks, slave, and verbally praise and bless them as you do so!’ ‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam!... Oh sir, if it pleases you great master-sir, truly it is an honour for this slave to kiss your socked feet, sir! Oh your socks, sir! The reinforced toe and heel areas, sir! Your socks are like you, sir – magnificent, master sir. God bless you sir, and your socks, master!’   ‘Kiss this man’s socks, slave, and verbally praise and bless them as you do so!’ Yes, Ms Mukta madam... Oh sir, if it pleases you great master-sir, truly it is an honour for this slave to kiss your socked feet, sir!' 'Oh your socks, sir! The reinforced toe and heel areas, sir! Your socks are like you, sir – magnificent, master sir.' This is my lowly life - kissing the socks of ...

On a cold and frosty morning in the Gynarchy, a happy couple out promenading in their warm winter clothes spot a helpless public humble head and gleefully decide to have some frosty fun with him. 'Haha, look honey - a footslave!' 'Hehe, how are you likin' it down there in the freezin' cold, boy? You about ready to kiss some feet?' 'That's right, boy! Kiss my wife's feet. Pucker up those lowly lips of yours on her boots!' I obey the mighty master sir, and kiss his wife's dirty pink boots Truly these are the boots of my better - the boots of the wife of a free man! I kiss BOTH her boots... ...as the happy, superior couple continue to gloat over me 'Keep on kissin' boy! It'll help you to warm up that menial mouth of yours! Haha!' The master sir is right. This couple are very kind to let me warm my unworthy mouth on the woman's boots! They move off, still congratulating themselves on their winter humiliation of me And rightly ...