Patheticus Minimus 3D

It’s still dark when I am awakened by a sharp kick to the face by an early-morning, manly jogger: ‘Wake up, lazy slave, and kiss my feet!’ As I get my bearings, and remember the horror of my position of permanent public servitude, I apologise most profusely to the master-sir: ‘Oh pray, master sir. Pray forgive me, master sir. I apologise for my slothfulness sir. I kiss your feet, master sir.’ A public footslave like me must always apologise for having been asleep, since, by Law, he is on duty 24 hours a day! I am sound asleep as the early-morning, jogging master-sir approaches ‘Wake up, lazy slave, and kiss my feet!’ ‘Oh pray, master sir. Pray forgive me, master sir. I apologise for my slothfulness sir. I kiss your feet, master sir.’ The master-sir most kindly, and forgivingly, stretches forth his right sneakered foot onto my menial mouth My first taste of SHOE and my first sight of SOCK on this new day! Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating, that it should be a man's SHOE ...

Master George sir’s reputation as an expert WHIPSMAN precedes him! So, when you, a slave, are threatened with his BULLWHIP, it is best to plead for mercy and humbly offer to kiss his wife’s BOOTS. It’s your only hope of avoiding the fierce STING of master George sir’s mighty WHIP, and it is always, always, always a   better idea to KISS BOOTS than to wear the mark of the WHIP! I plead for mercy to master George sir and his wife and offer to kiss his wife's BOOTS if they will spare me the WHIP? Fortunately for me, the happy couple take me up on my humble offer! 'Haha, that's right slavey - kiss my wife's BOOTS, and remember, my WHIP is never far from your back!' 'Yes, master George sir. Yes, mistress Sharon madam. Oh pray, masters, not the WHIP, I beg thee?' For a slave like me, it is always, always, always better to KISS BOOT than to FEEL WHIP! And so I bow my neck before the mistress's BOOTS... ...occasionally glancing up admiringly and in slavish awe...

I like a customer with a bit of footwear-flair. Someone who isn’t afraid to wear something a bit different on their feet. It brightens up my otherwise mundane day! Today I’m in luck with a pair of beautiful black leather BOOTS worn with a fabulous pair of thick, leopard-print SOCKS! An eccentrically-dressed young woman heads confidently towards me 'You're gonna lickshine my boots, boy!... ... An' make sure you do a good job on 'em, an' that. I wanna see my face in 'em!' 'Yes, pretty mistress. At once, pretty mistress-madam.' She enjoys her cigarette high above me as I taste her BLACK BOOTLEATHER! 'An' DON'T look at me above the SOCKS, slavey!' 'Yes, pretty mistress-madam. I mean, no pretty mistress-madam miss.' The fabulous leopard-print SOCKS I am expressly forbidden to look above! But why would I want to? They're FABULOUS! THICK, leopard-print SOCKS... ...to match the rest of her cavegirl-themed outfit! The wearer o...

Whenever a guest arrives, I must, temporarily, tear myself away from my mistress Mukta’s SHOES and SOCKS in order to kiss-greet the FEET of our esteemed visitor, whosoever they are. My mistress Mukta expects nothing less of me! Today our esteemed visitor happens to be Ms Filomena madam, from two doors down. Kiss-greeting the FEET of our esteemed visitor - Ms Filomena madam She lives two doors down and is a frequent visitor to my mistress Mukta's home So I have oftentimes been required to kiss Ms Filomena's FEET Her BLACK SOCKS, I notice, are considerably CREASED around her ANKLES... ... more so than the SHORT, WHITE SOCKS of my mistress Mukta, which I have temporarily had to tear myself away from! But it is indeed a lowly privilege to feel the material of Ms Filomena's SOCKS brushing against my cheek! Her SHOES must be kissed from every angle, of course How else is a slave to demonstrate his utter SLAVISH RESPECT for a visiting guest? Meanwhile, the SNEAKERS and SOCKS tha...