Patheticus Minimus 3D

A domestic slave pays homage to his beautiful Righteous mistress in the only way befitting a humble slave who must live his lowly life subject to the sting of the WHIP – by kissing her feet under the stern gaze of her magnificent, Righteous husband! ‘Haha, thou hast subdued him with thy mighty WHIP, husband!’ ‘Aye, wife. The WHIP hath brought him to his knees, and to thy feet!’ Kissing his Righteous mistress's feet under the stern gaze of her Righteous husband The Righteous couple revel in the subjugation of their slave! See how his lowly lips embrace his mistress's Righteous big toe! He dare not look her above the FOOT... ...for fear of the WHIP! A WHIP that remains close to his back... ...though the latter is, temporarily, protected by one of his mistress's sandalled feet digging in to it! The aforementioned WHIP... ...a mighty instrument in the hands of a Righteous master-sir! Especially one who desires to impress his lovely wife... ...and thereby arouse her! Haha, t...

A feeble and decrepit old humble-head slave must kiss-respect the modern skates of a superior, strong and fit young woman! This is probably a first for the old slave man - kissing skates. But that's the great thing about being a public footslave - you get to meet new people, and new types of footwear, every day! Fit and strong approaches weak and feeble The fit and strong female lords it over the weak and feeble male slave... ...and requires him to kiss her feet! Or, more accurately, her SKATES! This is a first for the old footslave's lowly lips... ...the feet of a beautiful skater-girl!

 In The Gynarchy of Barbaria, prostitutes are protected by their slaves, rather than by their pimps. Plus many of the prostitute's clients' like to whip the slave during their session. The slave kneels obediently next to his prostitute-mistress's BOOTS... ...whilst she enjoys a well-earned cigarette The slave studies his mistress's BOOTS as he is responsible for their upkeep... ...as well as the safety and wellbeing of his mistress He also serves as part of her clients' foreplay... ...should they wish to WHIP him prior to engaging with his esteemed mistress!

A slave must never disturb his master or mistress whilst they go about their daily business. He must merely kneel, in silence, next to his master or mistress’s feet, and await their orders – which might be something as trivial as straightening out a kink in their SOCK! A slave kneels discreetly and silently behind his pretty mistress's sneakered and socked feet He is awaiting her next orders... ...which might be to straighten one, or both, of her SOCKS... ...hence his slavish fixation on the backs of her SOCKS! He spends much  of his lowly life studying his mistress's SOCKS She even refers to him (disparagingly) as her 'sockieboy'! She has also forbidden him from ever looking  at her above the SOCKS She believes a slave's place is very much at his mistress's SOCKS! And she's right about that, of course! He is not worthy to even think  about her bare  feet! That's why, if any of her bare ankleskin is showing above the SOCK, he must remain focussed on the...

A middle aged customer-mistress makes sure I do as thorough a tongue cleaning job on her boots as I would on the boots of a younger woman. She watches me like a hawk... ...ensuring that I do a thorough job on her BOOTS! 'Shine the metal buckle on the side, slave!' 'Yes madam. At once, madam.' If the lady wants her boot-buckle lickshined... ...then lickshined it shall be!

Ms Mukta enjoys looking down at me as I languish in the public ‘Dirty Sock Bin’. I expect she will be bringing some of her own dirty socks soon, just to add to my distress! Ms Mukta looks inside the public 'Dirty Sock Bin'... ...where members of the public can deposit their used, unwashed SOCKS! What she sees tickles her fancy! She sees me - a sockslave - lying on my back with people's dirty used SOCKS on my upturned face! Oh how humiliating - to have a stranger's DIRTY, STINKY SOCKS resting on your confined face! No wonder the pretty mistress is laughing at me!

My master-sir, the magnificent man who owns me, is not satisfied with my perceived lacklustre servitude towards his customers. He angrily points out the sign above my humble head which states that I am a ‘Slave of Feet’, and he says I need to be much more slavish in my respect-kissing or lickshining of his customers’ dirty shoes and boots. Otherwise, he warns me, the WHIP awaits my bare back and shoulders! I tremblingly assure the master-sir that I shall endeavour to do better and to be pleasing to both him and his customers, and my slavish resolve to do so is soon put to the test when a party girl wearing chunky leather boots accepts an invitation from my master sir to step up to my face for a quick lick and a shine! 'You no good!  You lazy slave! You work tongue harder, or you feel WHIP!' 'Madam like boot shine? Free for pretty lady!' What girl can resist a free boot shining? She could crush my tongue with these boots, if she felt so inclined! Boot and shoe leather ...