Patheticus Minimus 3D

The Gynarchy guard-mistress makes damn sure that the foothole prisoner-slave kisses his pretty prison visitor's feet with proper footslavish respect. The prisoner is not connected to his guest in any way (other than through his lowly lips touching her dirty sneaker toes). She is just some random girl off the streets who enjoys humbling foothole-prisoners in their dungeon cells. And rightly so, for that's what the foothole prisoners are there for!

'Do you think I'm fat, slave?' It's the question no helpless, humble-head slave wants to have to answer. But answer it I must! 'Oh no, pretty mistress, begging your pardon, pretty mistress, I think you're perfect, mistress. Your boots are perfect; your socks are perfect; and you are perfect, madam!' She says nothing, but switches feet in front of face - a sign that she is satisfied with my answer.

The best I can hope for, on a cold and frosty night, is the foot-company of strangers

The masked, whipped, household footslave must sniff-respect his mistress's sweaty, black sneaker-socks on her feet whilst she relaxes with her manly husband on the sofa. 

A common cohort of regular customers for a public humble-head is the early morning joggers. Note how nobody bats an eyelid as the fool kiss-respects his pretty jogger-customer's sneakers; it's an everyday sight on the streets of the Gynarchy.