Patheticus Minimus 3D

In a dark and dingy corner of the sink-estate stairwell, local girls Ms Mukta and her friend Vicky soon find a hapless public humble-head they can happily exploit. See how helpless he is and at the girls' mercy!

My face is permanently filthy and sore for I am a public treadmill slave. But the state of my face is not important - what matters is that my betters have clean soles to walk on. My humble life is also not totally without its advantages, for I get to look up to my customers' socks!

The fat master-sir watches me lickshining his thin girlfriend's sneakers and ponders whether to impose his own shoes on my public-footslave tongue! If he does, of course, I must show the same slavish respect for his fat, sweaty footwear as I do for his girlfriend's slim, well-turned sneakers.

'NO TALKING, SLAVE! WORK!' It is right and proper that the ugly, old slave man should be supervised by the pretty, young guard-mistress as he scrubs rocks in the underground slave mines. Work harder, slave! Obey your taskmistress or you'll feel the sting of her whip on your back!

'You clean my shoe, slave. You a dog!' The bright, young Asian woman certainly knows how to speak down to me. Meanwhile a Gynarchy police-officer mistress, truncheon at the ready, makes damn sure I show my somewhat tetchy, Asian customer-mistress proper footslavish respect and that I don't baulk at my task. She needn't worry - I'm well used to the bitter taste of shoe and bootleather, even though it's an acquired taste! Speaking of which, I do hope the blonde officer-mistress will give me a taste of her uniform   boots later, as they look very nice and powerful!

Her job is to trade in derivatives. My job is to clean her pink, high-heeled shoes with my menial mouth whilst admiring her short, lacy black socks. She's good at her job; I'm average at mine.

I am forbidden to look at, or even think about, my office mistress above the level of her shoes and socks. My only business is to kneel on the office floor beneath her chair and to silently and respectfully appreciate her footwear. Every crease in her socks must be studied; every movement admired. For she is my female better and I am her at desk, office footslave.