Patheticus Minimus 3D

My mistress and master are admiring the view. As, indeed, am I, though in my lowly case it's a view of my mistress's BLACK LEATHER KNEEBOOTS and my master's LOAFER SHOES and SOCKED ANKLES, since I am their BOOT, SHOE and SOCK slavey! Sadly, the mistress's WHITE SOCKTOPS are not currently visible to me, but they weigh heavily on my menial mind as I kneel with my humble head in between her BOOTED ANKLES! We are all, in our own ways, admiring the view In my case, it's a humbling view of my mistress's BOOTS, beneath her SOCKS... ...and the GROUND she walks on! I study the EYELETS and the LACES in her BLACK LEATHER KNEEBOOTS And out of the corner of my lowly eye I can see my master's BLACK ANKLESOCKS... ...and BLUE LOAFERS with their BROWN LACES! This is where I belong - down amongst the BOOTS, SHOES and SOCKS of my owners... ...my helpless, humble head trapped in between my mistress's BOOTED ANKLES! I am very fortunate to have such a kind MASTER and MISTRESS...

 I am, quite rightly, treated like filth by all my esteemed customers, most of whom are complete strangers: ‘Kiss my boots, dirty filth!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.’ ‘Kiss my boots, dirty filth!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. At once, mistress madam.’ Better to have a mouth full of BOOT, than a face full of BOOT! This bright and intelligent young woman looks like she could give a slave a right good KICKING!  Always better for a slave like me to purse my lips and humbly kiss BOOTS in the face of unfettered female aggression! After all, these are the BOOTS and SOCKS of my BETTER! I belong  down her - in the DIRT and the FILTH... ...kissing BOOTS! The young woman, a complete stranger to me, kindly switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face She glowers down at me, holding me in the contempt I so richly deserve! I'm filth... ...the filth at her feet. Even her dragon tattoo is laughing at me!

My mistress Mukta introduces me to one of her friends in the back passageway leading up to her house: ' Slavey, this is my friend Kadal - "miss Kadal madam to you"! You will kiss her feet and praise and worship her every time you see her!' 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam. It will be my honour, mistress Mukta madam.' I bow my lips to miss Kadal madam's now extended boot beneath my confined face, and kiss the musty-smelling sheepskin: 'Oh pray, miss Kadal madam. God bless you, miss Kadal madam. This slave kisses your boots, miss, if it pleases you miss?' My mistress Mukta has some additional instructions for me: 'Praise and bless her SOCKS also, slavey!' 'Yes, mistress Mukta madam.' I temporarily interrupt my boot kissing to look up to and verbally praise SOCK: 'Oh pray, miss Kadal madam's socks, if it pleases you miss Kadal madam's socks, praise be unto you, socks.' My mistress Mukta madam then asks her friend Kadal if she...

Fabulous regular customer, Ms Mukta madam, often visits me on her way home from work. This evening she well and truly puts me in my lowly place: ‘I’m meeting up with my hubby in a few moments, slavey, so make sure you make my shoes nice and shiny for him. Also, straighten out any creases in my socks with your nose as they’ve been on my feet all day!’ ‘Yes, Ms Mukta madam. At once, Ms Mukta madam. Are you and your husband going anywhere nice, madam?’ Her fickle, seemingly cheery female mood quickly changes to one of utter young-womanly disgust and contempt for me: ‘Remember your place, slavey! You’re only allowed to talk about my shoes and socks or my husband’s shoes and socks. You have no business asking about anything else!’ It’s a stinging reprimand, but one I fully deserve. I apologise most profusely to customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam for my impertinence and for momentarily forgetting my lowly place: ‘Oh pray, Ms Mukta madam. Pray forgive me, Ms Mukta madam. Oh beg, mad...