Patheticus Minimus 3D

A pretty customer-mistress approaches me on a cold and frosty evening in calf-length boots. She looks fabulous! I'm guessing she will be wearing thick socks inside her boots on a night like this, but I shan't get to see them. All she requires is a lick and a shine of her aforementioned boots! She looks fabulous in her calf-length boots as she approaches my face. But she is NOT my friend! And nor are her boots! The boots stop in front of me and curtly order me to tongue-polish them I waste no time in putting inferior, maleslave tongue to superior, female bootleather The boots smell, and taste, somewhat musty, and are made out of some sort of soft, synthetic material I can feel her socked toes underneath I admire the decorative embroidery on the boots. Unlike my face, they are things of beauty! Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the boots looks down on me with a mixture of female pity and contempt She is contemptuous of me because I'm just a slave at her feet and at her mercy. A...

The contrast between a lover massaging his pretty girlfriend's feet, and her slave doing the same, could not be starker: Her lover is allowed to sit on the sofa and rest her feet on his lap, as he is considered her equal Being her equal, he is, of course, fully clothed His girlfriend's pretty feet are perfumed and pedicured (not that his manly nose is anywhere near them) She is relaxed and smiling as he expertly kneads her soft, bare feet with his manly, bare hands He smiles back at her, as he enjoys performing this service for his lover. He knows she really enjoys it, and will likely have sex with him later as a 'reward' for his act of kindness towards her A handsome man lovingly massages his pretty girlfriend's feet He is allowed to rest her feet on his lap whilst he sits upright on the sofa - as her equal Her bare feet are perfumed and pedicured They feel soft to the touch She is deeply in love with her boyfriend... ...and smiles encouragingly at him as she loves...

Much as I would very much like to get to know the pretty customer-mistress as she steps up onto the public-shoelick chair of power in front of me, I must remember that I am an inconsequential being to her - as she so eloquently demonstrates by choosing to answer her phone, rather than speak to me, as she settles herself down onto the chair high above me! A goddess approaches the public shoelick-chair As she steps up onto the chair directly in front of my kneeling face, I'd love to get to know her... ...and her boots... ...and socks! Oh to be the full-time, personal servant of these pretty boots and socks! But I mean nothing to this bright, young woman - as evidenced by her preferring to take a call on her phone, rather than chatting with me! Indeed no words have passed between the customer-mistress and me - only my tongue on her bootleather! I am therefore humiliatingly reminded of just how inconsequential I am... ...to my superior customers! I can hear a man's voice on the oth...