Patheticus Minimus 3D

My mistress Fiona madam – ‘Fifi’ to her friends – is, by all accounts, a lovely person; kind to animals; loyal to her friends; the life and soul of the party! AND she is also very religious! I, of course, being her slave, only ever get to experience her harsher side  - the sharpness of her tongue; the STING of her WHIP; her BOOTS and SOCKS! Here you see me dutifully kneeling behind my mistress Fiona’s BOOTS and SOCKS as she converses with one of her friends on the street. Needless to say, I remain faithful to my own mistress’s footwear, and refuse to even glance over at the pretty shoes and socks of her interlocutor. The lingering SMART of my mistress’s WHIP on my BACK ensures my continued humility and obedience! My lovely mistress Fiona madam conversing with a friend on the street Needless to say, I am not a party to the conversation. I'm just a slave! My place in such circumstances is simply to kneel, silently and unobtrusively, behind my mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS... .....

After a master-sir has WHIPPED me, a young woman crouches down to ask me how I am liking it – wearing the STING of another man’s WHIP on my back – whilst she casually smokes in my face. I humbly and respectfully explain to her that I am liking it, but not that much, as I’m pathetic and impotent like that madam, begging her female pardon and forgiveness, miss? She laughs out loud at me, her female laughter echoing around the empty town square as her stale smoker’s breath envelops my nostrils. Humbly apologising to the customer-mistress for wearing the STING of another man's WHIP on my back I explain that I'm pathetic, and impotent, like that My humbling view of the young woman's legwarmers from my ignominious 'wooden window' Her cigarette smoke gets in my eyes My stripy shirt, courtesy of the master-sir's WHIP! I blubber and sob in my impotence, shame and pain Even the young woman's legwarmers are creased up with laughter at me! They aren't in any ...

A crouching master-sir shows off his WHIP to me as I kneel powerlessly in the stocks before him late at night. He explains to me how much it will hurt when he applies the WHIP to my bare back! I humbly look down at the master-sir’s boots and plead for his manly mercy. Showing me his WHIP and telling me how much it will HURT as I kneel helplessly before him I plead to the mighty master-sir's BOOTS for mercy! I tell him how much I respect and fear his WHIP! And I pray to his manly BOOTS for masculine mercy, sirs! I'm frightened of the MAN and his WHIP! I pray. I beg. I offer to kiss the MAN'S BOOTS Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP! The WHIP or the BOOT. My only choice! The MAN seems unmoved by my pathetic, impotent pleadings He wants  to WHIP me, therefore WHIPPED I shall be! Still I plead - anything to avoid the mighty STING of the MALE WHIP!

Tonight, I am at the mercy of a mighty and powerful master-sir in the deserted car park. I plead with him not to hurt me as I humbly kiss-respect his manly boots. The magnificent man is a smoker, to boot! A mighty man imposes his boots on my menial, municipal mouth...  ...whilst his own manly mouth enjoys the taste of a cigarette The master-sir's BOOTS tower over my humble head Truly, I am at the mercy of the sir and his BOOTS! He looks down on me with contempt as I lip his BOOTS - and rightly so! For I'm just another man's BOOTKISSER! 'Look only at my boot, slave!' 'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. Please don't beat me, sir!' The master-sir takes a long, langerous drag on his cigarette high above me I continue to obediently look only at his BOOTS The magnificent BOOTS of a magnificent man! A superior man to me in every way! The god master-sir silently turns to walk away He knows I am not worthy of his manly acknowledgement His BOOTS continue t...