Patheticus Minimus 3D

1. The Whip-Watchers My betters have come to watch me being publicly flogged in the town square. As they line up, I must respectfully kiss their feet and thank them for being the witnesses to my judicial whipping… …followed by the feet of my soon-to-be whipper, of course! 2. The Photo Opportunity One of the most humbling aspects of the modern stocks is the ability of one’s tormentors to take photos of one’s suffering and humiliation, thereby perpetuating it on their social media pages for all eternity. But it’s nothing less than I deserve! 3. The Sock-Archivist When she first took me on some twenty years ago, my then new mistress Karen explained from the outset that my sole function was to be her personal sockservant. I was to serve her socks, her whole socks, and nothing but her socks. Hence I was required to follow her to socked heel throughout the day, and would repose at night in my ‘sock-cell’ in her basement – a bare, concrete room surrounded by her sweaty, unwashed socks (until ...

The down-in-the-dirt, heterosexual footslave must focus on the backs of his master’s loafered heels, even though the pretty, pedicured and sandalled feet of his master’s girlfriend are just a metre or so away from his kneeling face

With her Gynarchy bible in one hand, and her female whip in the other, the religious black woman has me lickshine her boots on her way home from church every Sunday. She has me lick out the offending filth from every nook and cranny of her boots. I must humbly, and worshipfully, cleanse her soles with my sinner tongue, as well as her boots' leather uppers, until they are sparkling clean. All the while she is looking down on me with contempt - a righteous contempt born of knowing that she is my infinite superior and better, and that I am just a lowly sinner-slave, not fit to taste the Gynarchy street dirt and grime that she is so graciously feeding me from her religious boots. As the Good Gynarchy Book says: 'Curse'd are the meek, for they shall lick boot.'

  1. Move, slave! Work!   2. Footoire Footwasher I work in a specialist footoire; my humble job is to remove the shoes and socks of my customer masters and mistresses, and wash their dirty, sweaty feet. Here you see a typical customer-mistress entering my booth, and ordering me to wash her sweaty feet: As you can see, the mistress is very beautiful, sand is wearing heavy, beige brown, scuffmarked workboots with reinforced toes, and thick, black cotton bootsocks. I humbly invite the fat customer-mistress to sit down, and then proceed to remove her heavy boots and sweaty socks from her beautiful, feminine feet, before placing her bare feet in the footwash-bowl and beginning my humble task: Whilst I am performing her feet-ablutions the haughty customer-mistress stares nonchalantly into space. That’s because she, quite rightly, despises me – her humble, public footwasher: On completion of my humble task, after I have dried her feet and gently re-socked and re-bo...