Patheticus Minimus 3D

I suppose I should consider myelf blessed, given that I get to see my wonderful customers’ SOCKS so up-close and personal whilst I am lickshining their shoes? I even get to study the patterns in the STITCHING of their SOCKS! Something which they themselves, of course, are unconcerned about, having their superior minds on much higher things! Another man, a much better man than me, looks disparagingly down at me as I lickshine my pretty customer’s SHOES and study her SOCKS. Doesn’t he realise how fortunate I am – to be able to observe the INDIVIDUAL STITCHES in my customer-mistress’s SOCKS? Then again, being a REAL man, he probably couldn’t care less about her SOCKS! And you certainly wouldn’t catch him lickshining a girl’s SHOES! Nor would she expect him to. He’s a proper man, not a slave  man like me! Considering myself blessed as I lickshine a young businesswoman's SHOES and study her SOCKS She has MUCH HIGHER things on her mind than her SOCKS! But her SOCKS loom large in my...

My magnificent master-sir has me sniff-respect his pretty girlfriend’s sweaty jogging sneakers and socks fresh off her feet after her early morning run, as she is seated in front of me in his bedroom. He demands AUDIBLE sniffs to the SOCKS, much to their erstwhile wearer’s amusement! ‘Sniff my girl’s socks, boy! Inhale their aroma. And make sure your sniffs are audible. I wanna hear your nose inhaling her sock sweat!’ 'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. God bless you, master sir.' ‘Sniff my girl’s socks, boy! Inhale their aroma. And make sure your sniffs are audible.' 'I wanna  hear  your nose inhaling her sock sweat!’ Such pretty, pedicured feet! And yet, I must sniff-respect their sweaty, discarded SOCKS! It is, I suppose, an aroma fit for a footslave... ...Stinky! The erstwhile wearer of the SOCKS looks down upon me with the contempt I so richly deserve! Meanwhile, you will note that my master-sir is himself SOCKLESS inside his shoes? My magnificent master-s...

‘What’s it like, slave – having to look at people’s socks all day long as you kiss their feet? Don’t you feel shame and humiliation?’ It’s a perfectly legitimate question on the part of the inquisitive customer-mistress, whom I have never met before, and it deserves a suitably slavish and obsequious response: ‘Oh pray, pretty mistress, if it pleases you, pretty mistress madam, this slave does indeed feel shame to be subject to his customers’ socks throughout the day, madam, but it is a fitting view for a lowly footslave such as myself, miss, especially when those socks are as fabulous as your socks, pretty mistress madam, if you will forgive this pathetic sock slavey’s forwardness and insolence, miss, God bless your socks, miss?’ She laughs at me and orders me to focus my eyes on her socks whilst I am kissing her sneakers – something which comes naturally to me as her SOCKS are indeed fabulous, being all creased, and that!  Quizzing me as to my humiliation at my customers' S...

My master Simon sir is caning me on the creases at the backs of my thighs for ‘allowing’ his wife’s socks to become wonky and creased on her legs. It is only fitting that I should receive such a punishment – creases for creases! It is also fitting that I should be required to kneel with my head in between my mistress’s soft legs and obliged to look at the creased socks I am deemed responsible for. It only adds to my shame and regret for failing to please my mistress’s socks. ‘Don’t spare him, Simon darling! My socks are angry at his neglect of them! Perhaps the STING from your CANE will remind him of his sock-slavey responsibilities?’ ‘Haha, you hear that, sockieboy? Brace yourself for some PAIN on the backs of your legs!’ ‘Yes, master sir. Yes, mistress madam. I deserve it, masters. Oh pray Ms Mukta’s socks, madams. Pray forgive me, socks!’ A fitting punishment... ...for allowing my mistress's SOCKS to become creased on her legs! My humbling view of my mistress's crea...