Patheticus Minimus 3D

Despite her outwardly sunny and friendly appearance, the lovehearts on this customer-mistress’s socks are clearly NOT directed at me. It’s clear as soon as she starts using me, that she only has eyes for her boyfriend, and his romantic text messages to her! This potential customer appears to be in a good mood! She stops to laugh at me and mock me in my helplessness She then orders me to kiss her boots, whilst she focuses on her text messages high above me I am thus left looking at her SOCKS... ...with their little, red loveheart logos! Lovehearts which are clearly NOT directed at me.  I'm just a SLAVE! This young woman is FAR too good for the likes of lowly me! Just breathing in the same air  as her SOCKS is good enough for me! Besides, she already has a loving boyfriend - a man who, no doubt, is a MUCH better man than me! I must make do with her SOCKS... ...and imagine they express her fondness towards me (even though they patently DON'T!)

This potentially belligerent customer-mistress is to be feared. She threatens me with her spiked wooden club, before having me kiss-respect her belligerent boots, which I promptly do with trembling lips! For I am in her POWER and at her MERCY – as I am with ALL my customers! She approaches me with an air of menace 'Kiss my boots, boy, or you'll feel the weight of my club!' 'Y...yes, m... mistress m...madam. At once, m... mistress m... madam! Please don't hurt me, m... madam!' 'Kiss the dirtiest parts, slave!' 'Y... yes, m... madam!' I make a sub-conscious effort to obey the belligerent mistress's every barked commandment! For I am in her POWER and at her MERCY! Anybody can 'punish' a public footslave - howsoever they see fit! Her BOOTS are indeed scuffmarked and dirty! But I do not baulk at my menial task in mouth. Simultaneously, I visually admire her SOCKS! For they are the SOCKS of my belligerent customer-mistress, inside her BOOTS...

A man who is clearly one of my betters stops to have his feet kiss-respected on the suburban street corner. I kiss his white shoes and admire his white socks. A much better man than me approaches me in the suburban street He stops to look down on me - both literally and figuratively Then, without saying a word, he imposes his manly foot on my menial mouth. I kiss it. And the other one! I admire the man's white SOCK as I taste his white SHOE These are the SHOES and SOCKS of a GREAT Man - of a MUCH BETTER MAN than me! I humbly study the FANCY STITCHING in the MAN'S WHITE SOCK... ...as I TASTE and SMELL his WHITE SHOELEATHER! SHOES and SOCKS - my humble daily business! I am fit only to kiss the FEET of passers-by The man swiftly moves on I bow my humble head in SHAME behind his SUPERIOR SHOES and SOCKS!

The pretty, Japanese customer-mistress barks a series of haughty instructions down at me in her cute, Asian-English accent: ‘Slave clean filth off shoe! You lick my shoe long time. You obey, slave!’ ‘You lick harder! Lick side and top! You obey, dirty slave! I your master!’ ‘You look at sock. Not touch sock! You a slave!’ It is a female voice that MUST be obeyed! Having barked her initial female orders down at me, a pretty Japanese customer sits imperiously above me ‘You lick harder! Lick side and top! You obey, dirty slave! I your master!’ She watches as I obey her further female instructions to the letter! My tongue slowly makes its way up the front of her shoe I now have a nice view of her SOCK! ‘You look at sock. Not touch sock! You a slave!’ Her orders are clear. I may look at , but not touch , her fabulous Japanese-girl SOCK! I therefore humbly and respectfully study the STITCHING in the SOCK whilst continuing to lick her SHOE! I do not look above  the SOCK - as befit...