Patheticus Minimus 3D

Tale no. 8 – Sneakers, Socks and Saris '27 year old miss Kadal, a pretty Sri Lankan lady, is one of my regular customers. She visits my public-footslave stand in the Town Square regularly as clockwork – every morning during weekdays at 08:30 on her way into work, and every Saturday at 10:00 on her way into the shops to spend her hard earned cash. Whether she is smartly dressed for work, or casually dressed for shopping, she always seems to wear the same pair of round-toed, block-heeled, zip-up, black leather ankle boots with black trousers. I get the impression that she doesn’t spend much of her money on clothes, as her wardrobe appears quite limited – apart, that is, from her socks: miss Kadal seems to have many different pairs of socks, all of which she kindly displays to me by hitching up the hem of her black, trouser leg above the top of her black leather ankle boot whenever she presents me with her booted foot for cleaning on my wooden footblock. I am never allowed to touch he...

Tale no. 12 – Exercise ‘I am on my hands and knees in the laundry room tongue-polishing a pair of my mistress’s scuff-marked, white, spike-heeled, pointy-toed, zip-up ankle boots. After I have finished licking clean my mistress’s boots there is a pile of her dirty socks and tights for me to mouth-wash. My mistress is a very strict, young West-African woman called miss Odubijo. She is just 25 years old – therefore twenty years’ my junior – and she is, or rather was, an illegal immigrant. However she qualified to stay here under the ‘amnesty for women-illegals’ announced by the Supreme Mistress Julia Caesar last year, and since then my mistress has also been joined by her common-law husband from Africa, 30 year old master Atumbe. I was given to miss Odubijo as a good-will gesture by the State at the time of the Amnesty as the Supreme Mistress Julia Caesar had also decreed that every female former illegal-immigrant should be given a personal footslave to help her assimilate fully into soc...

Tale no. 15 – The Human Vacuum Cleaner ‘I am the private footslave and general dogsbody of a rich Arab woman, Madam Abrar (40), and her daughter, miss Furat (20). Madam also employs an Indian maid, miss Sanvani (25), to supervise my work. It is the only work miss Sanvani has to do – and she does it very well. She is, even if I have to admit it myself – a most excellent and diligent taskmistress and supervisor, who works me very hard on behalf of her two Arab mistresses. This morning miss Sanvani is making me vacuum-clean miss Furat’s bedroom floor with my mouth. It is a task which I have to perform just once a week, but I always dread it. I am always left with a sore throat, caused by having to suck up and swallow all the dust and germs from the lavish, snowy-white carpet of miss Furat’s opulent bedroom floor. In particular, I am required to look out for any little pieces of black sock-lint from the soles of miss Furat’s pretty, black ankle socks. Miss Furat likes to walk around her be...

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24 year old, dark-haired, oriental beauty, miss Jing-Wei, freshly arrived in the Gynarchy from Singapore, was appalled by what she saw all around her – men, chained up on their hands and knees and in bondage, grovelling and fawning in abject fear and misery at the feet of the overbearing and arrogant women of the world’s only Female State. Jing-Wei, you see, was a sensitive soul – normally upset by the sights and sounds of suffering. Indeed, she had cringed with feminine embarrassment when the female immigration official at Barbaria International Airport had insisted on having a male slave ‘endorse’ her Singaporean feet with respectful kisses at the passport control desk. She was informed such visitor-feet endorsement was mandatory, otherwise miss Jing-Wei would have declined the maleslave’s humble advances towards her pretty, Singaporean, ankle-booted feet! She shuddered with embarrassment again at the very thought of it. How demeaning for that poor slaveman – having to place his ...

Tale no. 19 – African Queen The above artistic work (Snake Goddess, by AnonMoos ) is free of known copyright restrictions. ‘I am a slave in rural Sudan. My mistress is a 48 year old African lady, and thus 15 years my junior. She is a widow, and lives alone in her hut on the outskirts of the local village. I am originally from Europe, but was kidnapped by rebels whilst on business in Khartoum some 5 years ago and sold into slavery at the village slave-market. My African mistress wears only traditional African dresses, but despite their bright colours, she is a dark woman. She is a hard-looking, permanently scowling, and harsh lady who works her slave hard. She never smiles or has words of encouragement for her slave, nor does she grant me any periods of rest. I must work hard from dawn until dusk, scrubbing the floor of her hut, licking clean her shoes and sandals, and washing the African dust from her leathery-calloused, black feet. I do not sleep in her hut. I am kept ch...

My Indian mistress, mistress Veena, is a very sweet, but demanding young woman; as you can hear for yourself!  1. ‘Why you are not working, slave? Why you are slacking? Is it that you are wanting to be feeling the sting of my whip on your back? Be lickshining my dirty boots in the corner of the kitchen this instant!’ 2. ‘Slave, where are my black socks? Be fetching them for my feet, isn’t it?’   3. ‘Slave, my husband will soon be coming home from work. Be crawling over here on your hands and knees, and wiping the dust off the bottoms of my black socks with your mouth, and then fetching me my slippers.’   4. ‘Slave, I am giving you 100 lashes with my brown, leather whip! You are displeasing me with your impertinent tongue, isn’t it? 5. ‘Slave? Slave? Why you are not kissing the feet of my honoured guest, miss Sandra?’ 6. ‘It’s ok, Veena! He’s just a dumbass-stupid slave! I expect he needs to be constantly told what to do?’ 7. ‘I am thanking you for your kind words, ...