Patheticus Minimus 3D

The somewhat surly female customer has a pronounced Caribbean accent, which absolutely MUST be obeyed: 'Clean them boots, bwoy! Clean off all the filfth, an’ that, you hear?’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. I hear and obey you, mistress madam.’ The sullen wearer of the boots watches me like a hawk... ...as I obediently tongue-clean the filthy sole of her right boot... ...beneath her strong and mighty SOCKS! I fear this customer-mistress - as well as her BOOTS and SOCKS! I look up timidly at her thick and masterful SOCKS! I study the stitching in her SOCKS, in case she asks me questions on them later! A good and obedient public footservant must always  study his customer's SOCKS... ...as he dutifully tastes where his esteemed customer has been! 'Clean them uppers also, slave!' 'Yes, mistress madam. To hear you is to obey you, mistress madam.'  

Once again, I find myself kissing the feet and admiring the socks of yet another of my sink-estate betters – Ms Courtney madam, seen, rather unkindly, by some on the estate as an ‘unemployed slouch’ who relies on Gynarchy State benefits; but a complete goddess and superior being to me! The familiar footsteps of unemployed Ms Courtney madam walk down the sink-estate corridor towards me Unlike her, I, of course, am gainfully employed - though not in a way to be admired or envied I'm just the sink-estate corridor footslave A full-time, feetkissing position! Ms Courtney's socks, as is their wont, are somewhat creased and slouched above her sneaker tops But they are still fully deserving of my footslavish respect and admiration! For these are the socks of a superior young woman! An A-class citizen of the Gynarchy! Whereas I, being a mere slave non-citizen, am fit only to kiss her sneaker toes... ...whilst I look up admiringly at her socks! For her haughty, superior part, Ms. Courtne...

Having been thoroughly humbled by an elderly master-sir and his shoes and socks, next up to my face is a middle-aged sink estate mistress in her night attire who casually imposes her slippered and socked feet on my face. Again, I slavishly study and admire her socks as I kiss her feet. And again, praise be unto her! A fabulous sink-estate mistress in her night attire, and a smoker to boot, approaches me down the corridor The local residents often pop outside their flats for a sneaky cigarette The middle-aged mistress madam stops directly in front of my corridor-confined face  I get a SUPERB, close-up view of her slippers and socks... ...as she looks disparagingly down at me Then her left slippered foot is shoved towards my awaiting, menial mouth I taste her slipper as she tastes tobacco Mind you, she continues to inspect my lowly lipwork on her foot attire... ...elegantly swapping feet in front of my feckless, footslave face I am now become a kisser of slippers... ...and an admir...

A public footslave must serve all sorts of people, and the sink-estate corridor footslave is no exception. Here you see me obliged to kiss-respect the shoes of a mighty, older man. I don’t know his name, but I do know he lives on the estate. Praise be unto the unknown master-sir! A weel-dressed, elderly man approaches me down the sink estate corridor I have served him before, so I know what to expect Sure enough, the man stops in front of me, his shoes and socks effectively gloating over me in my helplessness I get a particularly nice view of a tiny slither of his left sock The sock of a real  man - of a much better (and older) man than me! As expected, he unceremoniously shoves his left foot onto my lowly footslave lips. his shoe smells, and tastes, musty! 'Study my sock, boy!'. The master-sir's voice is gruff - the voice of a man who MUST be obeyed! 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' My voice is weak and feeble - the voice of an obedient slave! I study the ...

Goth girls often come out to play at night, though for me, of course, their ‘play’ is a serious business – as I must show their feet and footwear the utmost slavish respect! Haughty and Goth - a supreme customer-mistress I must  show her Goth-girl shoes the utmost slavish respect For displeasing a Goth is a serious business! Goths rule  - and they, quite rightly, expect to be worshipped and obeyed by public humble-heads like me! Her Goth stockings tower over my humble, shoe-kissing head! Oh how she must despise  me - the opposite of a goth: a drudge! She turns her Goth-girl back on me and walks away to my left I keep my humble head bowed in shame and reverence behind her departing Goth-girl shoes I dare not even look up at her fancy-patterned, dark nylon stockings! I am simply not worthy to look up at her shapely, nylon-stockinged legs - being a mere drudge! The Goth mistress can walk away safe in the knowledge that I have nothing but respect for her... ...and her super...