Patheticus Minimus 3D

My mistress Mukta has me kiss-respect her guest, Ms Karen’s, feet - under threat of the WHIP! In my mistress’s household, my face is never far from the SOCKS of my BETTERS. Likewise, the WHIP is never far from my back. And rightly so, for I am a slave and must be constantly both humbled and disciplined by my superiors!  'Kiss Ms Karen's feet, slave! Get your forehead close to her SOCKS!' 'Yes, Ms Mukta madam. Yes, Ms Karen madam. God bless your socks, mistress Karen madam.' My feckless slave-forehead respectfully brushes against the soft cotton creases of Ms Karen madam's white BOOTSOCK Truly, it is an honour for my humble head to be so close to the SOCK of a superior... ...whilst I taste  and smell  the musty aroma of her well-worn BOOTLEATHER But it is the SOCK that looms large in my consciousness As does the WHIP behind me! 'Keep your eyes lower than Ms Karen's SOCK, slave!' 'Otherwise it will be the STING of the WHIP for you!' My own...

Once again, I have the immeasurable honour of following my mistress Mukta to SNEAKERED and SOCKED heel as she stuffs her face at her local fast-food restaurant. Needless to say, once again also, there will be no food for me – not even her greasy leftovers or a cold french fry – since she doesn’t care about my stomach; only her own. And rightly so! Having the immeasurable honour of accompanying my mistress's SNEAKERED and SOCKED feet to the burger bar I must focus on her SOCKS whilst she ponders what food to have There will be no food for me... ...only the sight of her SOCKS And rightly so, for I am just a SOCK SLAVEY! My mistress's SOCKS are my only food for thought! I am not worthy to even think  of her above her SOCKS... ...let alone concern myself with the emptiness of my own selfish stomach! I am a SLAVE and my only business is with my mistress's SOCKS As she ponders which delicious food to order for herself high above me... ...my own slavish hunger doesn't even cro...

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!