Patheticus Minimus 3D

My mistress Mukta and her fabulous husband, master Simon sir, have kindly invited me to accompany them to the cinema, not so that I can watch the movie with them, but so that I can attend to their SOCKS as and when required – straightening them if they become creased on their legs or ankles; discreetly removing any dust stains or foreign debris from them with my menial mouth etc. It's a great honour for me, of sorts! Needless to say, as I kneel next to their feet whilst they purchase some refreshments in the cinema lobby prior to going into the theatre, none of those refreshments shall be for me. I’m just their sock slavey! What an honour, of sorts! To accompany my master and mistress to the cinema! Albeit only in the lowly capacity as their sock slavey! My job, as ever, shall be to take care of their SOCKS whilst they are wearing them on their feet, ankles and legs... ...smoothing out any creases etc... ...whilst admiring the STITCHING in their SOCKS! In Ms Mukta's case, ...

All my life, I have been my mistress Mukta’s slave. I was born her slave and shall die her slave. More specifically, her ‘sockieboy slave’ – the slave of her SOCKS! Even in the afterlife, I shall continue to be her sockieboy slave, for all eternity. There is no end to my enslavement and my devotion to my mistress’s SOCKS. I wear the mark of her WHIP with foolish pride - not because I am proud of having displeased my mistress and thereby earned her WHIP WRATH, but because it is the mark of her WHIP, on my BACK; and it therefore marks me as her SLAVE. And being the WHIP-MARKED sock slavey of such a fabulous young woman is truly an honour, of sorts! As my mistress Mukta's eternal sock slavey, I must accompany her SOCKS wherever she goes It is an honour of sorts, albeit a lowly and humiliating one! To be forever  enslaved to her SOCKS... ...serving them, admiring them - and all whilst wearing the mark of her WHIP! I study assiduously the lines of STITCHING in her SOCK whilst she...

This Gynarchy footslave must identify his mistress's SOCKS through smell alone, otherwise he shall be WHIPPED! A Gynarchy magistrate master-sir shall be the judge of the footslave's sock-sniffing trial Blindfolded, the pathetic old foot slavey must sniff, but not touch  the SOCKED FEET of three beautiful young women... ...and attempt to correctly identify the presumably familiar aroma of his own mistress's SOCKS Unbeknownst to the slave, the first SOCKS he must sniff belong to a stranger... ...a blonde girl who has absolutely no connection to the slave His mistress is waiting patiently on the next  chair for her SOCKS to be sniffed If he could see  them, he would recognise them instantly! But will he be able to identify them through smell  alone? The third pair of SOCKS he will have to sniff are as spurious as the first They belong to a bemused Japanese girl The slave will have to correctly identify his mistress's SOCKS, otherwise the WHIP awaits his back!

In my lowly line of work, as a public footservant, it is truly a privilege to be looked down upon by my esteemed and revered customers as I kiss-respect their feet!  A superb  potential customer mistress approaches my confined face She stops to look down upon me 'Kiss my foot, dirty slave... ...and kiss it very well!' 'Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.' She looks down upon me every bit as much as I look up to her Figuratively speaking, of course For I am physically unable to look up at her above the SOCK! Still, just serving her SHOES and SOCKS, and paying my respects to them, is privilege enough... ...for the likes of lowly me! Meanwhile,m she has stopped looking down on me, if only to focus on her text messages... ...whilst I continue to look up to her SOCKS! I wish I were skilled enough and had the capacity to offer to smooth out the wrinkles in her SOCKS for her! But I'm just a weed amongst weeds... ...a down-in-the-dirt, weedy old footslave! She ha...