Patheticus Minimus 3D

Day and night I must kiss feet – the feet of my betters; be they male or female; casually or formally dressed. All must be shown appropriate slavish respect, and their SOCKS, if visible, must be studied and admired. All footwear that is presented to my menial, municipal mouth must be kiss-respected Especially the footwear of an uber pretty customer-mistress such as this! I can just see the elasticated tops of her white BOOTSOCKS By Law, therefore, I am required to ponder her WHITE SOCKS deep inside her BOOTS I must contemplate their sweatiness or otherwise inside her warm, heavy BOOTS Not that I may neglect the forthcoming, much more formal, BLACK SOCKS waiting in the wings! The SOCKS of a smartly dressed and handsome customer MASTER-SIR! But, for now, it is the casual BOOTS and SOCKS of the beautiful CUSTOMER-MISTRESS that I must focus upon BOOTS and SOCKS of casual FEMALE POWER! I look up to her WHITE SOCKS, both literally and figuratively... ...as befits a public footslave down amo...

Presumably, this customer-mistress is on her way to a Halloween party? Either that, or she really is a witch! Either way, I must kiss-respect her BOOTS as I would those of any normally-dressed customer, being especially mindful of her devilish pitchfork! This bewitching customer-mistress isn't giving much away! Is she really a witch, or just on her way to a Halloween party? Either way, her BOOTS must be kiss-respected - as I would the BOOTS of any  customer!  Especially such a powerful  pair of THIGH-HIGH BOOTS! BOOTS that could CRUSH me, along with other weeds surrounding me! But this beautiful customer is clearly a kindly witch She merely has me kiss her BOOTS... ...before turning her back on me and proceeding on her way I suspect she's NOT a real witch! But she has still managed to cast her spell over me! I am mesmerised  by her BOOTS and STOCKINGS... ...and only wish I could follow them to click-clacking heel to the party!

Ms Mukta looks very fetching in her blue and white sports kit – especially when she stops to perform her stretching exercises right in front of my face! Of course, her main stretching exercise is when she stretches out her sneakered foot in front of my face for me to kiss-respect as usual. Regular customer Ms Mukta madam looks very fetching in her sports gear as she is out for her morning jog  She stops to perform her stretching exercises right in front of my confined and immobile face! I now have the indignity of having to watch the creases in her SOCKS as she performs her body-toning exercises Ms Mukta is already very lithe and has no real need to exercise so vigorously! Though she would doubtless argue that it is these very exercises that keep her so lithe and supple? Whatever, her freedom of movement and dexterity merely serves to remind me of my own immobility... ...thanks to my being permanently immured at people's feet! She kindly leans down to greet me good morning (she...

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! To have my humble head trapped in between a sporty girl’s crocs and socks, her feminine ankle bones digging mercilessly into my confined temples, whilst her friend takes a photograph! I’m just an ignominious photo op!  'Haha, why don't I take a picture of the prisoner-slave's humble head trapped in between your ankles, Yameena?' Beautiful Ms Yameena heartily agrees with her friend's proposal The 'photographer' then stoops down to direct her camera at her friend's FEET and my HEAD! She takes an ignominious photo of my humble trapped between her friend's SOCKS and CROCS! Truly, I am surrounded by FEMALE SHOES and SOCKS - The SHOES and SOCKS of my BETTERS! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating! I feel POWERLESS! Which is exactly what I am... ...at the MERCY of a girl's CROCS and SOCKS! AND the SNEAKERS and SOCKS of her photographer friend! I really am just a POWERLESS, HELPLESS, IMPOTENT slave! A mere ignominiou...