Patheticus Minimus 3D

The elderly house slave must adjust his mistress Mukta's socks on her feet before putting on her shoes - all under the stern supervision of her magnificent husband, master Simon sir. Having carefully donned his mistress's shoes and socks on her feet, the slave must then humbly kiss said feet - and the feet of her husband - by way of a further demonstration of his weakness and powerlessness in the face of this happy couple's dominant power over him, and, of course, in order to reaffirm his slavish respect and admiration for his owners' shoes and socks. The household slave must don his mistress Mukta's socks on her feet... ...under the close supervision of her mighty husband, master Simon sir The mistress does little to help the slave in his lowly task, other than angling her dainty, feminine foot Meanwhile, master Simon sir looks down disparagingly at the oppressed slave His own shoes and socks have already been placed on his feet by the house slave... ...beneath hi

She’s a bit of a strange one. She stands for what seems like an eternity in silence in front of me, as if debating in her own mind whether to use me. I therefore, boldly, seize the initiative after several minutes, and seek to put her at her ease: ‘Good evening, mistress. How may I serve you, mistress madam? Would madam like me to lickshine her shoes, miss? Or perhaps madam would just require her shoes to be kiss-respected, madam? I’m just a slave, madam. I must do whatever you say, miss?’ It seems to work as she speaks for the first time: ‘You kiss sock, slave?’ Ah, so that’s her ‘thing’? Having her socks kissed! Fair enough! I’m a bit partial to a bit of sock in any case. So much more intimate a feeling on one’s lowly lips than cold, hard shoeleather: ‘Yes indeed, pretty mistress. Whatever the mistress wishes, pretty mistress-madam!’ Without saying another word, she presents the side of her socked ankle to me. Just a plain grey cotton sock, to match the rest of her dark a