Patheticus Minimus 3D

In the somewhat sterile environment of a footoire cubicle, a public humble-head slave must respectfully kiss the far-from-sterile boots of a superb young woman (given that her boots will have doubtless been on her feet all day!) Showing respect for a pretty customer-mistress's boots in a somewhat sterile environment She expertly ensures that footoire-slave's menial mouth makes contact with BOTH her boots! He has the added indignity of having to look up to her socks! Haha - his sterile face is well and truly DOMINATED by his customer's boots and socks! What must he be thinking? 'How lowly I am' , perhaps? He is certainly a lesser being than his customer Even her boots and socks are worth more than him... ...being the boots and socks of a beautiful young woman! See how she looks down on him... ...the fool at her feet... ...lower than her socks... ...and obliged to kiss her non-sterile, extended boot-toe!

I must simply kneel next to my mistress’s feet and study her socked ankles whilst she relaxes in an armchair in front of the TV. At such times, I am NOT permitted to look anywhere other than at her socks, or, indeed, to even think about anything other than her socks. Her socks are my masters. Dutufully studying my mistress's socks on her ankles whilst she watches TV I am forbidden, by Law, to look at my mistress above her socks - without her express permission! Not that any slave worth his salt would wish to look away from my mistress's socks Her socks are FANTASTIC! I am legally obliged to divide my slavish attention equally between both her socks Hence I position my humble head in between her socks My feckless face is so  close to the socks, I can observe the individual lines of stitching  In the case of the present socks, I am particularly admiring of the contrast between the blue and white stitching Needless to say, I am also legally obliged to only think  about my mistres

A superior young woman kindly makes sure that I get a good view of her sock as I lickshine her shoe and thus humbly taste where she has been  Kindly exposing her socked ankle to me as I lickshine the dirty bottom of her shoe The shoesole tastes vile, but it is hallowed dirt as it is the dirt a superior young woman has been walking in Meanwhile, her white sock looms large over my humble, shoe-tasting head I can see the individual lines of stitching in the sock I look up to the sock, both literally and figuratively I could never aspire to be a young woman's sock! The sock is better than me I admire both  her socks I am nothing but a sock-studying, shoelicking nobody! 'Study my sock in detail, slave... ...look at the individual stitches in my sock!' I obediently focus in on the superb customer-mistress's sock stitches The stitches! Oh the stitches! Such a pristine white sock! I can even see the bobbling in the sock!

A fat man strides confidently towards me, safe in the knowledge that I shall have no choice but to kiss respect his feet and admire his personage as he is a free citizen of the Gynarchy and is therefore fully deserving of my slavish respect! A fat master-sir strides confidently like a colossus towards me 'You're gonna kiss my feet, boy!' 'Yes, master sir. At once, fat master sir.'   *In the gynarchy, the word 'fat' is seen as a compliment I admire the fat master-sir's wrinkled and creased socks as I kiss-respect his loafer shoes What a truly magnificent man! I hope his socks fully absorb his footsweat thereby keeping his manly feet clean and fresh inside his shoes? I study the fat master-sir's sock creases... ...as befits a lowly footslave serving his customer-master These are, after all, the socks of a real  man... ...a man who looks down upon me... ...a man who is infinitely better than me! The man is joined by a young woman standing patiently in l