Patheticus Minimus 3D

 Her hobby is to humiliate public footslaves whenever and wherever she can, by having them kiss her feet She spots another prey that she can exploit as part of her hobby 'You're gonna kiss my feet, slave!' 'Yes, mistress. At once mistress-madam.' She skilfully switches her long-socked legs in front of my face From my lowly and impotent position, I can observe the lines of stitching in her orange socks... ...socks which tower over my humble head as I taste her shoes Several times she switches feet in front of my face... ...just to add to my humiliation! Then she turns and walks away in triumph - another public footslave humiliated at her feet and socks! She knows she is an infinitely better being than the slave she is leaving behind in the dirt She's a goddess... ...whereas he is just a common-or-garden, public humble head... ...fit only to look her in the sock and shoe Her sock creases are the highlight of his humble day! How he looks up to her socks - though n

My mistress orders me to tidy the contents of her sock drawer 'Slave tidy my socks!... ...You put socks in pairs... ...Make sock drawer nice and tidy!' I look at the socks my mistress is currently wearing as I listen to her female orders I listen intently to her orders, being well-trained by the WHIP! I immediately get to my menial work... ...as my mistress turns her back on me and leaves me to it She has many pairs of socks... ...all of which must now be rolled up into neat little pairs! Such is the life and tasks of a domestic sockslave! The owner of the socks is much to high and mighty to ever perform such a mundane task herself Her socks are for wearing on her feet - not for sorting!  

A superb man mocks me as I am trapped between his pretty girlfriend’s stripy socks in the public stocks, whilst my supervisor master-sir looks gleefully on, ready to use his WHIP on me should I show the slightest disrespect towards my betters – or their socks! ‘Haha – your face next to my girlfriend socks! Haha, how you like it, slave? You like feel my girlfriend sock against your skin? You a sock moron?’ The girls bellows with laughter and my whip-carrying supervisory master-sir chortles as I deliver my obsequious and slavish response to the magnificent master-sir's mocking, rhetorical question: ‘Oh pray master sir, oh beg masters, truly this slave is honoured to be so close to the sock of such a fabulous young woman, sirs, and feels blessed to have his forehead graced by such a superb and feminine sock, masters, if you would be so kind and understanding towards a pathetic sock moron-slave at your tender mercies, most magnificent masters and superb mistress madam?’ ‘Haha – y

Even at the height of summer, regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam can sometimes be quite icy towards me. She mocks me with a refreshing ice cream in her hand, before having me lick her dirty sneakers. Ms Mukta mocks me with an ice cream in her hand, knowing full well I cannot share it Instead she imposes her dirty sneakers on my tormented taste buds Thus, whilst she enjoys the sweet and creamy taste of her refreshing ice cream... ...my tongue tastes her everyday, bitter sneaker-dirt She isn't even indulging me by wearing her creamy white socks Today she is wearing a pair of plain, black socks inside her sneakers Dirt and dark is therefore all I get to see on this bright and sunny day! Which is appropriate - given that I am just a slave The finer things in life are not for a slave like me I'm trash, and must live down amongst the trash... ...lickshining the dirty shoes of my betters She temporarily stops licking her ice cream to inspect my tonguework on her sneakers below h