Patheticus Minimus 3D

A bright young woman of the Gynarchy orders me to ‘eyeball her sock’ whilst I am kiss-respecting her sneakers out on the street. A superb young woman has me kiss-respect her sneakers out on the street - as is her perfect female right She deftly switches feet in front of my face 'EYEBALL MY SOCK, SLAVE!' she barks down abruptly at me This means I am commanded to look her only in the sock whilst my menial mouth pays oral homage to her sneaker dirt Eyeballing a customer's sock is a great privilege for a lowly public footservant such as myself... ...especially when they deign to switch feet in front of me, thereby graciously affording me the opportunity of eyeballing BOTH their socks! You see, a  customer's socks are my gods Their socks are superior entities to me Note the contempt writ large on the young woman's face as I obediently and submissively eyeball her socks But it's more than my life's worth  not  to eyeball her socks! Her socks, right now, are my li

A Gynarchy house slave has the inestimable honour of kneeling by the end of the sofa and sniffing his pretty mistress’s sweaty socks on her feet as he humbly awaits her beck and call. For her part, his pretty mistress is ignoring him at the moment, since he’s just a thing that sniffs socks! The slave has already gently removed his mistress's warm sneakers from her socked feet Now he must inhale the pungent aroma of her used socks... ...and he must do so both audibly and respectfully... ...so as not to disturb his pretty mistress What a pathetic, socksniffing sight he makes! The slave is fit only to sniff socks - the socks of his betters! The owner and wearer of the socks, meanwhile, is on the phone to her bestie friend The socksniffing slave in the room barely registers on her superior, female consciousness The slave humbly admires the creases in his mistress's sweaty, grey socks... ...the socks of a goddess... ...on the nose of a wimp! His lowly life is dominated by his mistre

My magnificent master-sir orders me to kiss-greet his visiting, 19-year-old niece’s dirty sneakers. The demure young woman is only too happy to impose her street-soiled sneakers on my menial mouth. She therefore switches her feet in front of my face several times. She, quite rightly, despises her uncle’s house slave! My superb master-sir brusquely orders me to kiss-greet his visiting niece's feet... ...under threat of the WHIP! I dutifully obey... ...as the bright young woman deftly switches her sneakered feet in front of my feckless face I taste dirt... ...the everyday dirt and detritus of walked-in sneakers Again, she switches feet I get a good, if humbling, view of her sock A fresh, white sock But my menial mouth must concentrate on her dirty sneakers... ...for they are the sneakers of my infinite better - a young woman, and my master's niece! My master keeps a close watch over my humiliation His whip is ever ready to ensure my compliance I hear my betters laugh and chortle

Ms Mukta and her friend, Ms Arabella, enjoy watching the elderly house slave washing his master’s feet – such a demeaning, humiliating act on the part of the pathetic slave, but one which the two ladies find strangely arousing. The slave must wash his manly master's sweaty feet in front of the two women He has already had the indignity of having to remove his master-sir's sweaty shoes and socks from his feet And now he must touch his master's sweaty toes beneath the water line... ...with his humble head ignominiously bowed between his master's hairy knees! The master-sir haughtily smokes his cigarette whilst the slave obediently ministers to his bare feet The master's wife, Ms Mukta, enjoys watching the elderly slave's humiliation at her handsome husband's feet Her own shoes and socks shall doubtless be next to be removed so that the slave can wash her  feet! Followed, perhaps, by the shoes and socks of the couple's pretty guest? The pathetic old slave m