Patheticus Minimus 3D

A public footslave’s work is never done – even if it’s just kissing the feet of a passing master-sir Will he or won't he stop? It's entirely the customer-master sir's decision! 'Kiss my feet, boy!' 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' A public footslave's work is never done - even if it's just kiss-respecting feet! Seemingly satisfied with my self-abasement at his feet, the master-sir turns his attention to the contents of his phone I, meanwhile, must taste toe... ...and feel flaky toenail on my lowly lips! I can also smell the mustiness of the customer-master's brown leather sandal straps... ...mixed in with his footsweat He kindly switches feet again, to give me a renewed taste and smell of his other toes But he says nothing, as he continues to examine his phone high above me I continue to kiss my customer-better's feet... ...until such time as he silently leaves me to rot I humbly focus on his departing foot... ...especially the heel.....

Sometimes, of course, the household footslave must serve as a footrest for his master’s family – including for the master himself. It’s a demeaning, but relatively easy task, for the elderly slave to perform. He just has to lie perfectly still, so as not to disturb the master, whilst inhaling the musty aroma of his master’s well-used sandal leather. Casually using his houseslave as a human footrest It's a relatively easy task for the slave He just has to get used to the musty smells of the master-sir's sanndals The master-sir's feet and toes are not always in tip-top condition, but that, arguably, is the footslave's fault.  He should be gently and respectfully seeking to persuade his master to let him pedicure his toes! The master seems unconcerned about the state of his feet and footwear... ...or the slave beneath them To him, the slave is just a convenient thing on which to rest his sandalled feet... ...BOTH of them! One foot on the side of the footslave's face......

Today the public sockieboy-slave is in his lowly element – kissing the sneakered feet of a grey-tracksuit-wearing gynarchy customer mistress, whilst admiring her white socks. Kiss-respecting my pretty, tracksuited customer's grey sneakers ...whilst admiring her white sock You have to be very  close to the sock - like me... ...to be able to discern the individual stitches in the sock! The young woman's sneakers are casually dirty She switches feet in front of my face I now get a chance to admire her other sock... ...as she glowers down at me condescendingly How she must love  exercising such female power and authority over me! 'Look only at my sock, slave!' Her high-pitched female voice is clear and authoritative I redouble my efforts to study her sock... ...as I have been commanded to do Truly I am in my lowly element as a public sockieboy-slave!

The slave’s new master explains to his beloved wife and daughter that their new houseslave must wash their feet, as well as kiss them! The houseslave's new master explains the slave's duties to his beloved family... ...which includes washing their feet! The master's wife clearly loves  the idea of having her feet washed by a lowly, male slave! Meanwhile, the slave ably demonstrated his new role by washing the master's daughter's feet See how carefully he kneads her bare foot above the basin of footwater... ...making sure every trace of sweet feminine footdirt and footsweat is gently removed from the soft skin Her mother's sneakered and socked feet are clearly awaiting their turn to be divested of their clothing... ...and gently washed! The mistress loves  having a houseslave! The master-sir delights in exercising his manly power and authority over the slave! His daughter, meanwhile, ignores the slave as he humbly and respectfully attends to her feet She can f...