Patheticus Minimus 3D

A Victorian lady has her boots kiss-respected by a public humble-head on the streets of the Victorian Gynarchy An everyday scene on the streets of the Victorian Gynarchy... ...a young woman having her boots kiss-respected by a public humble-head slave The fool is effectively beneath the hem of her skirt... ...but all he can see is BOOT! She switches her booted feet from time to time in front of his feckless face... ...and looks down upon him with a charming haughtiness that is appropriate in a Victorian lady Nobody bats an eyelid at the everyday sight It's just another fine young lady having her boots kissed by a common or garden, public humble-head! Her boots are worth more than him! She silently turns her back on the slave and demurely walks off It's only now that we, and the slave, can catch a glimpse of her finest silk stockings above her boots What an added indignity for the slave... ...to know that the lady whose boots he has just kissed is wearing spotted stockings deep

Today I must lickshine the pink boots of a beautiful and surly young woman beneath her scrunched down, black cotton bootsocks. The customer-mistress is not minded to chat with me, so I simply get on with my lowly work.  Required to lickshine the beautiful pink boots of a beautiful and surly young woman... ...beneath her thick, black bootsocks She kindly switches her booted feet on the concrete footblock beneath my face... ...so that I might develop an acquired taste for BOTH her boots! All the while I am licking her boots, I am acutely aware of her fabulous black bootsocks towering over me These are the boots and socks of a local, everyday goddess! AGAIN she switches feet! Such a kind and considerate young woman... ...if surly! But then, why would she be friendly or chatty with the likes of me... ...a lowly, pathetic bootlicker, straining his neck to please his customer-mistress with his menial mouth? She leaves as surlily as she came... ...full of her own haughtiness. And rightly so..

Spring has sprung – and the winter boots and socks have been replaced by springtime sneakers and socks. I love the changing of the seasons! A beautiful, if dirty, pair of springtime sneakers for me to respectfully kiss-admire I taste the surface dirt on this bright young woman's sneakers... ...and admire her socks! She skillfully switches her sneakered feet in front of my face I dare not look at her above the sock She, of course, has every right to look down upon me... ...being my infinite better; being a smart young woman of the Gynarchy! She relishes her female power over me... ...before turning to leave me to rot The face of victory! The feet of victory! The humbling view of the defeated. This young woman certainly has a spring in her step!

This morning, my first customer of the day is a beautiful jogger who kindly stops for a lick and a shine of her sneakers during her early morning run. It is an honour for the likes of me to serve such fabulous jogging sneakers! A superb young woman - the epitome of goddesshood - jogs towards me She spots my humble head jutting out from the municipal wall She stops to both pity and despise me She then uses me to have her jogging sneakers lickshined 'Lick the sides, slave! ' I adjust my nugatory neck to lick the sides of the jogging goddess's sneakers She deftly switches feet in front of my sneaker-licking face I get a good view of her white sock... ...and her beautiful, brown skin above the sock But I promptly lower my gaze. A municipal footslave is not permitted to look a customer above the sock! I therefore focus my lowly eyes on the stitching in her white sock... ...whilst she focuses her haughty eyes on my abject submissiveness and lowliness! I ponder how lowly I am... .