Patheticus Minimus 3D

The personal sockslave has special permission to kiss his mistress’s feet near the top of her sneakers close to her SOCKS, so that he can keep a close eye on them. Normally, a slave would be expected to kiss the toe of the sneaker! What a humble privilege is bestowed upon the domestic sockslave... ...his mistress's special female permission to kiss near the top  of her sneaker... ...if only so that he can keep a close eye on her SOCK (as he is required to do by Law!) His lowly lips therefore get to feel LACES... ...as his feckless face is just inches from his mistress's SOCK! His menial mind is also, of course, full of SOCK... ...as SOCK is all he knows! Specifically, his MISTRESS'S SOCKS! Haha, it looks like he has required constant reminders of his lowly SOCKSLAVE position in the past! But he seems well-trained now.  Yet another success for the WHIP! He's clearly frightened of his MISTRESS'S SOCKS... as he jolly well should  be! When she turns to head out of the...

The slave obediently studies his mistress’s socks as she works on her computer high above him. The slave knows nothing about computers. He’s a dumbass! He only knows about his mistress’s SOCKS – the patterns in the stitching; the curvature; the creases etc. The dumbass sockslave dutifully studies his mistress's SOCKS on her ankles He knows nothing above and beyond her SOCKS Her SOCKS  own  him! He knows every nook and cranny of er SOCKS... ...from the lines of STITCHING... ...to the natural CURVATURE of said stitching around her shapely, feminine ankles... ...to each and every INDIVIDUAL STITCH in her SOCKS! And not just the SOCKS she has on now, but ALL her SOCKS! That's because he is her personal SOCKSLAVE! Responsible solely for her SOCKS! His lowly eyes must therefore remain GLUED to her SOCKS It's the Law!

‘Slave, my girlfriend’s socks are creased around her ankles. Fix them for her!’ ‘Yes master sir. At once master sir.’ It is not my role to question any of my master’s orders, however demeaning they are for me. I’m just a slave and must simply obey! I therefore humbly and respectfully cradle the pretty mistress’s right foot in my hands as I smooth out the creases in her sock, making sure to look only at the sock and not above the sock. It is not my place to look at, or even think about, my master’s girlfriend above her socks! My master-sir has yet more humiliation in store for me: ‘Describe my girlfriend’s sock while you straighten it, slave. Describe it in detail and make sure you do so in the most praising of terms or, by God, my WHIP will soon crack across your back again!’ ‘Yes, master sir. At once master sir… Oh sir, the mistress’s sock is indeed most admirable, sir. It is soft to the touch, and I can feel the magnificent patterns in the thick, cotton stitching on my unw...

In the 24/7 city, a 24/7 feetslave is never off duty, even in the wee small hours of the morning – kissing feet 24/7, 365 days (and nights) a year! Still, looking on the bright side – he gets to admire thousands of SOCKS day in and day out; the SOCKS of his betters! All those creases and folds; all those different patterns in the stitchings. It’s a privileged position, really, albeit an intensely lowly one!  Such a lowly privilege - kissing the feet of a customer-mistress late at night... ...and being so close to her SOCKS! The slave gets a good view of her SOCK CREASES... ...as he tastes her SNEAKER-TOE! Do you think he really appreciates the privileged position he is in? If not, perhaps a few licks of the WHIP would remind him of his good fortune? The pretty wearer of the SNEAKERS and SOCKS ignores him, of course! He's just a thing that kisses feet. Part of the street furniture. A feetkissing, sockstaring nothing and a nobody Her SOCKS are worth more than him! As she turns to...