Patheticus Minimus 3D

She may look like the proverbial girl next door, wearing everyday JEANS, SNEAKERS and SOCKS, but she must be shown the utmost slavish respect by a public humble head like me. Her SNEAKERS must be enthusiastically kissed, and her SOCKS visually admired. She saunters confidently towards me - the proverbial girl next door She stops to look down upon me with young-womanly contempt - as well she might! 'Kiss my foot, slavey!' I am forbidden to verbally respond. Only to physically obey! She focuses on her text messages above me... ...as I obediently kiss her outstretched, SNEAKERED FOOT and visually admire her SOCK I particularly admire the way her SHORT, WHITE SOCK hugs the contours of her shapely, female ANKLE! I make sure not to look above the SOCK, out of respect for it and its owner! I know my lowly place, and it's at my customers' SOCK-LEVEL! Their SOCKS are my gods I deem it a privilege to have my feckless face so close to the pretty customer's SOCK! Meanwhile, th...

One of the main things that has always attracted my mistress Mukta to her magnificent husband, my master Simon sir, apart from his prowess in bed, of course, is his skill and dexterity with the WHIP. Master Simon sir really knows how to show MASTERY over a SLAVE like me – especially when his beautiful wife is egging him on! ‘Haha, that’s right Simon! Show him who’s boss! Make him beg and pray to you. Give him the WHIP! Make him wear your WHIP’S STING on his bony old back. He’s your SLAVE! You can do what you want with him. Haha, you’re the MASTER and he’s just the SLAVE. WHIP him!' I know only too well from bitter previous experience that my Master Simon sir doesn’t really need any encouragement to WHIP me. But I am grateful to the mistress for ensuring that he knows he has her approval to do so, and for actively encouraging her mighty husband to BEAT me in front of her. Like she says, HE is the MASTER and I’m just the SLAVE! My mistress Mukta gleefully encourages her handsome ...

What slave in his right mind would rather be WHIPPED, than KISS FEET? KISSING FEET must surely win out every time? It certainly does in my lowly life! I would much rather KISS FEET and FACE SOCK, than FEEL WHIP! SOCKS are soft ... ...especially my mistress's SOCKS Made of pure, white COTTON... ...the soft, warm  SOCKS of a GODDESS! Not cold and   harsh  like her WHIP! Her WHIP! Oh, her WHIP! She is such an excellent WHIPMISTRESS! She really knows how to maximise the STING of each and every stroke! And so, for me, it is much better to be KISSING HER FEET... ...than to be FEELING HER WHIP! SOCKS or the WHIP? I choose SOCKS... ...in my FACE! I study my mistress's cotton SOCK CREASES... ...in an effort to be pleasing to them, and thus avoid the braided leather of the WHIP! I am such a loser. The WHIP is the WINNER!