Patheticus Minimus 3D

She’s a factory worker, of some description, having her well-earned cigarette break. And her hardworking BOOTS must be kiss-respected upon her female command. SDhe, presumably, hasn't got much time, being on a quick cigarette-break from the nearby factory 'Kiss my boots, slave!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.' Satisfied with my obedience to her female command, she casually resumes the smoking of her cigarette Such grace and working-class poise! I can't help but admire her hardworking white SOCK! I study the lines of STITCHING in the SOCK... ...whilst my menial mouth tastes BOOTLEATHER! She switches feet in front of my face... ...still smoking! Then it's back to her RIGHT BOOT 'Keep looking at the SOCK, slave!' 'Yes, mistress.' I obediently continue to look up to her FEMALE SOCK! The SOCK of a HARDWORKING FACTORY GIRL! The SOCK of my BETTER! Her SOCK! Meanwhile, as I continue to look up to her SOCK, she continues to look down o...

 A pretty mistress expresses faux-concern for my wellbeing on a cold and rainy night: ‘Aren’t you cold and wet, slave?’ ‘Oh pray pretty mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress-madam, this slave is indeed suffering from the elements mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding miss thanking you kindly for your kind enquiry, miss?’ ‘Kiss my feet, slave!’ ‘Yes, mistress.’ Her concern was clearly short-lived! ‘Aren’t you cold and wet, slave?’ ‘Kiss my feet, slave!’ Any concern on her part for my wellbeing was clearly short-lived! And rightly so, for I'm just a slave! My own primary concern is for the wellbeing of her SOCKS I do hope her SOCKS are not getting wet from the rain! The wellbeing of a customer's SOCKS is much more important than my  wellbeing! I have nothing but concern and respect for my customer's SOCKS I espy a small crease in her LEFT SOCK near the top of her ANKLE! The customer-mistress makes sure her umbrella protects her from the rain Even...

A superb customer-mistress accuses me of the worst crime a public footslave can commit whilst I am lickshining her boot – that of looking at her bare legskin immediately above her SOCK: ‘Why you look at skin above SOCK, dirty slave? Why you not look only at SOCK? You think you worthy look at my skin? You my husband?’ That last question is obviously heavily laden with sarcasm on her part! I could never be good enough to be her , or any woman's , husband. I'm just a slave! I must immediately apologise to the angry Muslim mistress, even though I had been doing nothing of the sort. My eyes, as ever, had been firmly focused on my customer’s SOCK, as they are required to be by Law. I know the Law, and my lowly place within it! ‘Oh pray, mistress madam, begging your pardon and forgiveness most magnificent Muslim mistress-madam, this slave pleads for your mercy madam. I will look only at your sock, madam, for I could never be good enough to be your husband, miss. I’m just a slave...

An ugly old houseslave kiss-respects his master’s bare feet in the presence of his master-sir’s pretty girlfriend whilst they, a bit like the slave, are in a state of semi undress; though, unlike him, their handsome bodies are not scarred by the WHIP!  Obediently and submissively kissing his master's feet whilst his master's girlfriend looks on The slave's master-sir is a HAIRY man... ...with HAIRY FEET! I'll wager the pathetic slave would much rather be kissing the feet of his master-sir's pretty girlfriend... ...with her smooth-as-alabaster FEET? But slaves can't be choosers... ...and must kiss whosoever's feet are placed in front of them! The mistress's PEDICURED, PERFUMED TOES But the slave's menial mouth must taste his master's SWEATY, HAIRY TOES! At least, for now! And he must do so, of course, like all slaves, under the shadow of the WHIP! The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP! Praise be unto the WHIP, which keeps the slave on his master's TOES...