Patheticus Minimus 3D

Regular customer-mistress Ms Fareeda madam’s dreams have come true – because now I am her personal slave; and now I am at the mercy of her WHIP!  'Be kissing my foot, stupid slave, or you will be feeling my WHIP!' 'Yes, mistress Fareeda madam. At once, mistress Fareeda madam. Not the whip, mistress, I beg thee!' 'Oh mistress, I fear your whip, madam!' 'I kiss your foot, madam. I admire your socks, madam.' 'God bless you, mistress Fareeda madam. I worship you, mistress!' 'Shut f**k up, slave! Only kiss shoe!' 'Kiss shoe, or feel WHIP!... WHIP'! 'Haha, you frightened of me. I laugh at you, slave!' 'You are being nothing but an ignoramus!' 'Haha, that right - you kiss Miss Fareeda foot!' 'You beg Miss Fareeda mercy!' 'Mercy from WHIP!'

It’s a classic encounter between a Gynarchy customer-mistress and a public humble-head slave. He must silently kiss her feet whilst respectfully studying her socks! A classic encounter between a Gynarchy mistress and a public footslave The latter must kiss the former's shoes and admire her socks The slave humbly studies the creases in his customer's socks, as well as the lacy tops and the overall texture of the socks The simple fact is that these socks are worth more than him... ...as are the shoes! That's why he must kiss them and pay slavish homage to them The customer expects nothing less! She looks down upon the slave with quiet female satisfaction She knows she is superior to him That's why she is perfectly comfortable making him kiss her feet... ...BOTH her feet! She then turns her back on the slave... ...leaving him to rot behind her She will no longer give him a second thought... ...whereas the slave shall be able to think of nothing else throughout the day... .

This ultra-bright and intelligent young woman’s pathetic, personal footslave is unable to see the public flogging of a fellow male slave, as he is required to kneel by his mistress’s feet next to the stage and stare only at her socks. But he can certainly hear the whipped slave’s suffering, and see the delighted reactions in his mistress’s involuntary sock movements and creases! The slave must kneel by his mistress's shoes and socks and merely listen  to his fellow slave's suffering He can, however, witness his mistress's pleasured reactions to the public flogging... ...via the creases in her socks... ...caused by her involuntary, excited feet movements! The creases in her socks remind him of what the weals must be like on the whipped slave's back... as do the pink stripes on a neighbouring mistress's socks! But the slave knows better than to focus on anything other than his own mistress's socks He doesn't wish to end up on the public whipping post himself

The Pakistani customer-mistress doesn’t hold back on telling me her fantasies as I dutifully and respectfully lickshine her shoes: ‘If you were being my slave I would be whipping you every day, isn’t it? All the time you are feeling my whip! You are being in constant pain. You are begging for my mercy, but you are receiving none. For you are being my slave and I am doing whatever I am wanting with you. You are in my power and at my mercy. I am your god.’ I dignify her fantasies with the only response appropriate for a slave: ‘Yes, mistress madam. It would be my honour to be your personal slave and to wear the constant sting of your whip, madam. God bless you, madam!’ 'You are in my power and at my mercy. I am your god.’ Licking my goddess's shoe... ...as she expresses her slave-owning fantasies The goddess's short, nylon sock - such a contrast with her soft, brown skin! She revels in her fantastic power over me... ...an old man at her feet! I dare not look at her abov