Patheticus Minimus 3D

I am an office shoelick. My job is to tongue-shine all the lovely boots and shoes of the office ladies – usually whilst they are still wearing them. Every morning I must ‘do my rounds’, and crawl on my hands and knees from room to room, desk to desk, in order to offer up my tongue in humble service to the ladies’ superior footwear. I am currently entering the room containing the junior, female staff. There are five girls working in it – all young and pretty, their ages ranging from 18 to 25. Being young and haughty they, naturally, take great delight in availing themselves of my servile, shoelicking services, especially since I am twice the age of even the eldest girl in the room, which makes my humiliation at their feet all the more exciting for them. As it does for me. It is a very grade-ist office, and I must follow a strict protocol as to which office-lady’s feet and footwear I service first – beginning with the most senior young lady in the office, 25 year old miss Hayley, the off...

So you want to know what it’s like to be a beautiful young woman’s personal footslave in the Gynarchy of Barbaria? Well, you are welcome to accompany me as I serve my mistress Julie throughout the day. I’ve already asked her if you can ‘shadow’ me today, and she has kindly agreed that you can – although she doesn’t want to be bothered or disturbed by your presence at her feet in any way. So long as you remain to all intents and purposes invisible she is content for you to observe my work at her feet, so that you can get a taste of what life is really like as a full-time personal footslave. You join us at the breakfast table as mistress Julie is enjoying her cooked breakfast. Your place is down on the floor with me – kneeling at mistress Julie’s feet under the kitchen table. As you can see, my mistress Julie is a slim, attractive 28 year old strawberry-blonde, with her hair fetchingly tied back in a ponytail. She is already fully dressed in her office wear as today is a normal working d...

I work as a footslave-cart in the capital city of the glorious Gynarchy, Barbaria. I have done so for twenty odd years – ever since I became a slave. I am owned by the Female State and available for hire both by female tourists in our fair capital, and by locals alike. It is hard, strenuous work – with little or no reward other than that of being close to superior, young women’s heels and ankles all day long. I suppose that should be reward enough for a dirty, male footslave such as me. My female ‘riders’ or ‘customers’ never really get to see much of me. I am secured on my hands and knees beneath the wooden cart on which they sit – rather like the engine hidden underneath the bonnet of a car. I use my humble slave-energy to push the superior, female cart-driver along whilst her pretty heels rest in front of me on a wooden footplate. The mistress is responsible for giving me directions – telling me when to stop and start, what speed I should crawl at etcetera - a...