Patheticus Minimus 3D

Many of my esteemed customers, quite rightly, like to mock me whilst I am kissing their BOOTS or SHOES – pointing out my lowliness and inferiority compared to them and contrasting their own exciting and fulfilled lives with my life of abject submission and emptiness. Take the young woman who is using me right now, for example. I’ve never had the honour of serving her before, but she mocks me mercilessly as she kindly ‘grants me a taste’ of foreign soil on her boots, since she knows I can never go anywhere myself, being a permanently immured slave in this dirty alcove. A pretty customer-mistress explains that she has been hiking in Laos and kindly offers me a taste of her hiking BOOTS I humbly confirm that I would be most grateful to accept her kind offer as it is the only way I can get a taste of foreign soil As I verbally respond to the mistress, I visually admire the SCUFFMARKS and CREASES in her LEATHER BOOTS  As well as admiring her SOCKS, of course! Oh to get a taste of thos...

My mistress Mukta kindly visits me in her back garden, wonky stocks late at night before she retires to her warm and comfortable bed with her husband in order to counsel me to get a ‘good night’s sleep’. She gloatingly reminds me that I am to be WHIPPED by her husband, my master-sir, first thing in the morning, and that I shall need all my strength to endure the pain! She gleefully points out that her husband has even left the black leather WHIP dangling on the fence nearby so that he can have easy access to it in the morning – and she suggests that I should look at the WHIP and remember its POWER as I prepare myself mentally and physically for the onset of its mighty STING! The reason for my impending WHIPPING is not clear to me – something about an allegation by one of their neighbours that I had ‘disrespected her sock’ by taking my eyes off it whilst I had been kiss-greeting her foot. If true, that would certainly be a whipping offence under the Laws of the Gynarchy, but I reall...

In the theatre, my humble role is to kneel on the floor next to my mistress’s feet and to study her BOOTS and SOCKS whilst she enjoys the performance seated beside her manly husband. Master and mistress have kindly fitted me with an ignominious ‘footfool mask’ to help me concentrate on my demeaning task, as it allows me to concentrate on my mistress’s BOOTS and SOCKS without any distractions. The mask both limits my lowly field of vision and blocks out any noise from my ears other than any of my mistress’s barked orders which I can hear via a discreet, internal intercom inside the mask. Not that my magnificent mistress has anything to say to me right now. She’s much too focused on enjoying the play, and rightly so! For my humble part, I’m glad I can’t hear or see the play, as there is nothing more important in my lowly life than my mistress Mukta’s BOOTS and SOCKS! Master and mistress are enjoying the theatre performance, whilst I focus on my mistress's BOOTS and SOCKS Mistre...

Day and night I must serve on the toepath – kissing the feet of passers-by. That’s all I ever do – kiss feet. I’m garbage like that! A young Asian woman approaches me down the toepath at night A stranger. I'm confident I have not encountered her feet or footwear before! She may possibly be Korean? It's difficult to tell, since she doesn't speak to me - just shoves her RIGHT BOOT in front of my face! I instinctively pucker up and kiss the outstretched, Korean BOOT TOE Simultaneously, I admire the SCUFFMARKS on the side of her BOOT As well as her SOCK STITCHING, of course! It's amazing how much detail you can take in as a lowly footslave when kissing a customer's BOOTS! I hear the click of her cameraphone as she takes a humiliating picture of me to send to her friends She then, silently, switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face... ...before pressing 'Send' on the ignominious photo of me! I am powerless to stop her, of course. I must just accept that I am a...