Patheticus Minimus 3D

As my Asian mistress relaxes on the concrete steps, my humble task is to intently study her socks – and in particular the sock that is closest to my kneeling face. I must try to understand the complexity of her short black sock within her sneaker – with all its humidity, moisture and funk. I must, of course, equally remain mindful of the superiority of her sock over me, since it has an intimate connection to my pretty mistress’s foot that I could only ever dream of! The superior sock is well and truly saturated in her feminine foot-DNA, having been on her shapely foot inside her sneaker all day (I know, because I put it there), whereas I am just a sock-outsider, looking on!  I must also have particular regard to any emerging creases or folds in her sock, caused by sock slippage – since I shall doubtless be held accountable for all such slippages later this evening when my mistress removes her sneakers from her sweaty feet. And please don’t be fooled by my Asian mistress’s seeming ...

The heavily pregnant customer-mistress is not averse to giving me a few fresh cuts of the whip as she eagerly directs my lickshining of her boots. Meanwhile her husband – the manly man who is responsible for her happy condition – watches me like a hawk in order to ensure I show his pregnant wife proper footslavish respect and obey her every command. He will never know the stinging rebuke of her whip! That’s because she loves him. She despises me, on the other hand, and thus sees me as a fitting recipient of the whip’s sting. And rightly so, for I am just an impotent old slaveman. I should be whipped by my customers – and often!

This lady wants her ‘toenails cleaned’. They are already painted bright red, and so I do my toe-level best to gently and respectfully extract any offending, sweet-feminine toejam from beneath the varnished surfaces with the tip of my footslave tongue – a tongue much more used to licking leathery sneakers! She eventually leaves me with her sticky toejam lingering inside my menial mouth. I slowly suck on it in order to fully savour all the salty and vinegary juices, before finally swallowing it. Such a rare and stinky delicacy for a public footservant – the caviar of captivity!