Patheticus Minimus 3D

All year long, day in and day out, tourists come to the subterranean prisoner-slave’s dungeon to have their feet kissed and to witness his suffering and humiliation. All year long, day in and day out (not that he ever gets to see any daylight), said prisoner-slave must kiss dirty feet and look at socks. There is absolutely no respite for him. And rightly so.  A female tourist enjoys humiliating the prisoner-slave, looked over by her male partner Once again, as he must do hundreds of times every day, the prisoner kisses dirty shoe... ...his only taste of the outside world! By way of compensation for his lowliness, he gets a good view of the visitor's sock... ...A sock of freedom inside a sneaker of freedom The slave has been well-trained NOT to look at his guest above the sock His role is to look down - down at her shoe and sock, as befits an impotent prisoner-slave Meanwhile, her boyfriend's sneakers and socks are patiently awaiting their turn in the wings Yet more filthy sne...

A smartly-dressed man approaches me late at night. Oh how I envy him having the freedom to walk about and to wear clothes – both things a public humble-head slave like me can never be permitted to do! I'm just a weedy man, down amongst the other weeds! A smartly-dressed man approaches the footslave weed 'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!' 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' I like the way he calls me 'boy', even though I am even older than him! The word 'boy' in this context signifies my status - that I am a lesser man than him! And who could argue with that? After all, I'm not the one with the word 'slave' written above my head, naked and confined in a brick wall! I take solace in admiring the rich man's socks as I kiss-respect his brown shoeleather His socks are grey, to match his suit He watches me from on high as I pay humble homage to his superiority Then, without a word, he turns and leaves me to rot in the dirt behind hi...

‘You kiss my pretty girlfriend feet, slave. Show her respect. You not touch her sock!’ As is so often the case, it is the customer’s boyfriend who seems to be doing all the talking! Though, in this case, when they later converse with one another in a foreign tongue, I realise it’s because she doesn’t speak any English. Needless to say, I obey the master-sir’s manly orders to the letter! A master-sir issues his manly orders down at me whilst his pretty girlfriend remains silent She is, nevertheless, the recipient of my menial mouth's attentions... ...or, a least, her sneakers are! I obey her boyfriend's orders to the letter - kissing her feet and studiously avoiding touching her sock! Though a very  nice sock it is - just itching to be nose-straightened! The creases in her sock demonstrate her female contempt for me more eloquently than anything she could say! I am mindful also of her boyfriend's socks in the distance - socks that MUST be obeyed! But, for now at least, i...

On our return from Ms Mukta’s day out with her good friend, Ms Tiara madam, Mukta’s husband, my master Simon sir, asks his beloved wife whether I have been a good and loyal sockieboy slave to her throughout the day? Ms Mukta, somewhat mischievously, informs her husband that, in general, whilst I had been obediently staring at her socktops throughout the day in a manner befitting  a personal sockslave, she had nevertheless caught me ‘lusting after’ the socks of her friend Tiara on a number of occasions! My mistress is being ‘mischievous’ because she knows full well that, whenever I had glanced respectfully over towards her friend Miss Tiara’s socks, it had only been to fulfil the requirements of the Law, which states that a personal sockslave 'must have regard for’ the socks of others when they are in his mistress’s presence. Nevertheless, a mistress is always right, and so I know I am guilty of sock disloyalty as charged, if Ms Mukta says I am. A furious master Simon sir offers...