Patheticus Minimus 3D

Sequel story to ‘Road Rage’ By Slave Paul It is not long now! Not long until SHE will be home! She who must be obeyed, and is indeed my one and only dominating focus in life. My beautiful, red-headed Mistress Colleen is a feisty, domineering and vicious character. She is a highly professional and extremely well trained Tickler-Mistress. This is the name applied to her somewhat devilishly cruel trade, as it is her job to visit condemned, and in most cases pre-condemned, prisoners in order to amplify their torments under the judicious female lash! I am merely her personal foot slave, and have been so for nearly five years now! My Mistress Colleen actually rescued me from a fate worse than death, in my eyes! I was arrested for some heinous crimes against femininity (lack of proper respect to my young, female, college lecturer). In view of the ‘seriousness’ of the crime, the good lady Judge of the first female court of Gynarchy X sentenced me to life as an anatomist dummy in the very ...

The last in a series of pleasing little scenes of jolly (and not so jolly) foot-servitude!   1. Leadership Skills Self-centred and self-important, goddess office-manageress mistress Julia is a born leader – and a born slavemistress! She really knows how to use the whip to instill discipline and fear in a lowly and defenceless, communal office footslave. She whips often – and when she whips she whips to cut, and she cuts to hurt! She also whips for the flimsiest of infringements – such as an unlicked scuffmark on her pointy, black patent leather, officewear, court-shoe toe; or a dust streak on the shapely ankle area of her black, opaque, office-nylon tights. She will brook no excuses, or pleas for mercy – indeed, quite the opposite; she demands that her whip-victim plead for more whilst he is writhing in abject agony under the female lash: ‘Oh pray, mistress Julia! Oh do , mistress!’ That last bit means – oh do whip me even more, please, mistress; for I deserve it! I’m jus...

Still more pleasing scenes of jolly (and not so jolly) foot-servitude! 1. Uggs vs Pumps   My ordinarily ugg-booted, 27 year old, blonde-ponytailed, market-trader mistress Courtney has tonight dispensed with her thick, beige-brown uggs and scruffy, blue-denim jeans, and is instead dolled up to the nines in her fetching, black leather miniskirt; her sheer, dark nylons; and her black patent leather, high-heeled pumps. It is a timely reminder to me – as I crawl behind her to heel towards the noisy, city-centre nightclub – of the sheer shapeliness of my young, blonde, market-trader mistress's ordinarily hidden ankles, and of just how privileged I am to be her personal footservant, accompanying her to such dens of iniquity (for I am normally a very prudish footservant – all work and no play!) Needless to say, my mistress Courtney soon 'pulls' a lecherous freemale in the noisy nightclub, and before the night is out I have the indignity of having to watch my blonde mistress...

The soft-faced, but slave-hardened, 25 year old, Colombian cleaner-mistress – clad in her customary cleaner’s uniform of pale blue tabard, and dark blue denim jeans, with scruffy, white, low-top, slip-on sneakers and almost hidden, pale grey sneaker-socks – drops me some sweet feminine pearls of wisdom as she mops around (but not on) my fevered brow whilst I kneel confined, and in pain, chained by the neck to the ladies-restroom, male-punishment pillory. She begins by commenting on my freshly-whipped back: ‘Ha! Ha! Slave back sore? Whipped?’ ‘Yes, mistress Carmen; if it pleases you mistress Carmen, madam.’ ‘Ha! Ha! I like ! Whip good – keep slave low and in pain! Ha! Ha! You broken! Ha! Ha!’ ‘Yes, mistress Carmen. Thank you, mistress Carmen madam.’ She moves her right sneakered-foot over to the freshly-mopped floor directly beneath my lips: ‘You kiss miss Carmen foot, whipped slave!’ ‘Yes, miss Carmen. At once, miss Carmen!’ She’s right, you see – the sting of the female whip ...

‘The mistress’s shoe, is better than you. The mistress’s sock, is of higher stock. The mistress’s boot, reflects her repute. The mistress’s feet, confirm her conceit. For you are her footslaves; just two a penny. But she is divine, the mistress of many. So sniff and adore, as befits a foot-server. And worship her shoe, with appropriate fervour!’ …………………………………… Fitness fanatic miss Kirsty is very blonde; very beautiful; very rich; very young (only 19); and not very bright. But she still qualifies for a whole host of personal footwear-servants, each one dedicated to an individual item of her footwear in her expansive collection, thanks to her being the consort of a mega-wealthy, middle-aged, Gynarchy businessman, who absolutely dotes on his young, blonde wife! And so, the dumb-blonde has a vast array of personal footslaves at her beck and call – all of them straining at the leash to be the ones to serve her on any given day. But that, of course, is dependent on whe...