Patheticus Minimus 3D

‘Look at my pretty girlfriend’s footwear and tell me what’s wrong with it, slave?’ ‘Oh pray sir, if it pleases you master sir and mistress madam, the mistress’s boots are dirty and scuffmarked, sirs, and could do with a good tongueshining by my menial mouth, masters, if you will forgive this slave’s impudence master and mistress please don’t beat me masters?’ ‘Tch! Talk about stating the bleeding obvious, stupid slave! Look at her socks . What is wrong with her socks ?’ ‘Oh pray master sir, if you will forgive me, master sir, this slave cannot observe anything wrong with the mistress’s fabulous socks, sir? Forgive me, master, I’m stupid master!’ ‘Tch! Stupid, ignorant slave! Count the rings at the top of each sock!’ ‘Oh pray master, now I can see it master. Sir, the pretty mistress’s left sock has three rings showing at the top, whereas her right sock has only two rings visible above her boot, master?’ ‘At last, stupid slave! We got there! So, what do you suppose might have...

A pretty customer-mistress imposes her fabulous furry boots on my menial municipal mouth (and her fabulous festive socks on my miniscule mind!) Kiss-respecting the customer's fabulous furry boots The faux fur tickles my nose I mustn't sneeze! I try to take my mind off my ticklish nose by thinking about the fabulous young woman's socks Patterned, festive socks - peeking out over the furry rims of her boots! There is much to admire in the socks... ...especially the neat rows of stitching! Of course, her boots are equally to be admired... ...being the boots of a supremely confident young woman... ...and a smoker, to boot! Kissing the public's boots and admiring their socks is a way of life for me But it's rare that my lowly lips get to grace such fabulous faux fur!

Her socks! Her socks!... Must think only about my mistress’s socks!... Her socks own me. I am their slave. A slave of socks ! Socks… socks …socks …socks …socks… All is SOCKS!... My mistress’s SOCKS!... Her SOCKS! Dutifully studying my mistress's socks whilst she is on the phone Must look only at her SOCKS Must focus on her SOCKS My humbling view of her SOCK Her SOCKS!... My mistress's SOCKS! I am their SLAVE! Her SOCKS own me! SOCKS... CREASES... STITCHING... ...SOCKS! My mistress's SOCKS! Her SOCKS! Plain grey SOCKS My mistress chats on the phone high above me Must not eavesdrop on her conversation. Must focus on SOCKS! Her SOCKS are better than me! Her SOCKS! My mistress's SOCKS! Study the individual STITCHES... ...The STITCHES in the SOCKS!

'Make sure you film his head in between my sockies, Simon. I really want to see him humiliated in between my ankles!’ Master Simon sir is only too happy to indulge his beloved wife in her wicked wish! And rightly so – for she is female and therefore fully entitled to humble any male slave in between her shapely, feminine ankles.  'Make sure you film his head in between my sockies' Master Simon sir obliges his beautiful wife The slave is powerless to stop them He must simply submit to the humiliation The humiliation of having his humble head well and truly trapped between Ms Mukta's socked ankles! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating for him! Especially since she is wearing a scruffy old pair of plain grey anklesocks! No glamorous, sparkly socks for him to study and admire! Oh what a humiliating view! The wretched slave can even see the individual stitches in Ms Mukta's plain grey sock! He must be feeling truly humiliated? And as if that wasn't enough, if he con...