Patheticus Minimus 3D

 My magnificent master-sir utters the words I dread the most: ‘Slave, fetch the WHIP!’ I kiss his BOOTS, whilst fearfully acknowledging my slavish obedience to his dreaded command! ‘Yes, master sir. At once, master sir. Please don’t beat me, sir?’ His pretty girlfriend laughs and rubs her hands with undisguised glee, for she knows how much my master-sir loves to whip me! And she loves watching him whip me: ‘Don’t spare him, Harold. Whip him! He’s just our slave! Show him who’s boss. Make him wear the STING of your LASH!’ I grovel before my magnificent master-sir in the presence of his lovely girlfriend ‘Slave, fetch the WHIP!’ If there's one thing I've learnt as a slave, it's the importance of always kissing one's masters' BOOTS! ‘Don’t spare him, Harold. Whip him!...   ...He’s just our slave!...  ...Show him who’s boss... ...Make him wear the  STING  of your LASH!’ The mistress's BOOTS - creased up with excitement and laughter at me! The maste...

‘Shine my shoes, slave!’ All this customer-mistress, quite rightly, cares about is the state of her shoes. She doesn’t care about: The state of my slave tongue What her shoes taste like The fact that she isn’t wearing socks The fact that I am permanently and uncomfortably immured in this wall Likewise, my only concern is to do a good job on her shoes, and to thus avoid the sting of the municipal authority’s lash!  Stern and aloof, this middle-aged customer mistress only cares about one thing... ...namely, the state of her SHOES! And rightly so, for the wellbeing of her SHOES is more important than the wellbeing of my TONGUE! I'm just a SLAVE! I am obliged to look directly at her VEINY FOOTSKIN... ...as the esteemed customer-mistress isn't wearing any SOCKS or STOCKINGS I am reminded that every BLEMISH in her FEET is worth more than me! Her SHOES taste VILE... ...as SHOES always do! But it is a vile taste I am accustomed to... ...after years  of humbly lickshining...

My Arab mistress, Ms Noor madam, makes damn sure I show appropriate slavish respect and obedience to her 20-year-old niece, Ms Fatima madam, when the latter is visiting her from university: ‘Slave, you obey guest. You obey Ms Fatima madam. Ms Fatima say: ‘Slave kiss feet’, same second you kiss Ms Fatima feet. Ms Fatima say: ‘Slave straighten sock’, same second you straighten Ms Fatima sock. Ms Fatima say, ‘Slave fetch WHIP’, same second you fetch Ms Fatima WHIP. Always you obey Ms Fatima madam. She your master!’ ‘Yes, Ms Noor madam. I will be a good slave to your niece, Ms Fatima madam. Please don’t beat me, masters!’ To reinforce my slavish obedience towards Ms Fatima madam, and for the avoidance of doubt (and the WHIP!), I simultaneously crawl forwards and kiss her visiting SNEAKERED FEET! My mistress Noor explains that her beloved niece, Ms Fatima madam, is to be my new master in this household... ...during her sojourn from university! I obediently and submissively crawl forwa...

My mistress Mukta madam looks super-cool in her festive jumper as she relaxes on the couch in the arms of her loving and manly husband, my master Simon sir, whilst I massage her RED SOCKS on her FEET. Mistress and master are relaxing on their festive couch To the master sir, the BODY, the BREASTS and the LOVE To the slave, the SOCKS! And that's exactly how it should be... ...for I am not worthy to even think  of my betters above their SOCKS! My only purpose and function in life is to humbly attend to their SOCKS and their SOCKED FEET That's why I'm called a ' sock slavey '! And I'm not just a sock slavey to my mistress's  SOCKS... ...but to my master's  SOCKS also, since he is the cherished husband of my superior mistress! I have already, gently and respectfully, removed her SLIPPERS from her FEET And now I must focus on dutifully massaging my mistress's SOCKS as she, and her husband, steadfastly ignore me.  Merry Xmas, master and mistress, and God b...

The master’s girlfriend is dressed in her Xmas Party outfit. The slave shows her BOOTS undying respect, not least because of his master’s nearby WHIP! Respecting my master's girlfriend in her Xmas Party outfit... ...by kissing her SOILED BOOTS... ...beneath her STRIPY STOCKINGS! All, of course, under the perennial threat of my master's WHIP! My master loves  to WHIP - almost as much as I love  to KISS BOOT! I have a slavishly simple choice - KISS BOOT... ...or FEEL WHIP! The WHIP, I say - with its BULBOUS TIP! My master's BOOTs - oftentimes kiss-respected by my lowly lips But, for now at least, it's the FESTIVE BOOTS of his girlfriend that require my labial attention! Her BOOTS and STOCKINGS must  be respected! As must her pretty PERSONAGE! Better to KISS BOOT than FEEL WHIP! Her red and white STRIPED STOCKINGS... ...aren't the only RED STRIPES in evidence in this scene! The master-sir has just caned the backs of my THIGHS! And rightly so, for I am at his MANLY MERC...