Patheticus Minimus 3D

Even in the most desolate of evenings, a public footslave can sometimes be regaled by the beautiful SHOES and SOCKS of a local, devil-may-care goddess! An approaching, bespectacled goddess-mistress appears unperturbed by the rain as she approaches me Her gait betrays a devil-may-care attitude She deliberately shows me a devil-may-care CREASE in her RIGHT SOCK... ...before unceremoniously shoving her devil-may-care RIGHT SNEAKER-TOE onto my menial mouth! Swiftly followed by her LEFT SNEAKER-TOE! Again, I am regaled by devil-may-care CREASED SOCK The SOCK of a local GODDESS! I feel fortunate to be regaled by such a beautiful pair of devil-may-care SNEAKERS and SOCKS on such a desolate evening The wearer of the SNEAKERS and SOCKS casually takes a drag on her cigarette high above me... ...before looking down on me in my lowliness Again, she switches FEET in front of my face She doesn't care about me, and if truth be told I only care about her SOCK!

I mentioned how GREAT my master Simon and his SOCKS are. Here you can see the evidence for yourself, as he presents his loafered feet to me for respect-kissing. Truly a man whose SOCKS are to be looked up to and admired, if you’re a slave like me! Master Simon sir, power and glory be upon him, kindly gives me a taste of his loafers, and a view of his SOCKS... ...as he casually smokes a cigarette high above me What a magnificent man, with magnificent SOCKS! I trust you can sense the GREATNESS of his SOCKS, like I do? These are, after all, the SOCKS of the man who is married to my mistress Mukta! He is therefore my master-sir... ...and his SOCKS must be looked up to! 'Oh sir, your SOCKS!... Oh your SOCKS, master!' 'Praise be unto you and your SOCKS, sir!' Master Simon sir, meanwhile, looks down on me - the pathetic sock slavey at his feet And rightly so, for I am not worthy to even think  of him above his SOCKS! His SOCKS!... My master's SOCKS!... Praise be unto his S...

The back-passageway footslave must stare at his mistress's feet as she nonchalantly picks her nose high above him whilst engaging in a phone conversation with one of her mates. The well-trained slave knows better than to eavesdrop on his pretty mistress's conversation. Rather, he focuses his footslavish attention on her SOCKS - or, at least, on the one SOCK that is partially visible to him thanks to the riding-up of her right jean leg. This slave has learnt the hard way that he must never even think  about his mistress above the SOCKS, since they represent her GREATNESS and he is not worthy to do anything other than mentally worship her SOCKS. Her SOCKS, therefore, fill his menial mind as she casually converses above him, and they continue to do so when she eventually finishes her late-night conversation and presents her sneakered feet to him for respect-kissing prior to heading off into the warm and cosy home she shares with her loving husband, master Simon sir, praise be unto...

A smart and bright young woman leans down to straighten her SOCK in front of my confined face. It is, of course, doubly humiliating for me, for if I wasn’t an impotent and immured FOOTSLAVE I would be able to straighten her SOCK for her! She must think of me as useless? At least I can show my respect for her SOCKS by humbly and fervently kissing her SNEAKERS when she subsequently presents them to my menial mouth, one after the other. To my eternal shame, a female customer has to bend down in order to straighten her own SOCKS... ...right in front of my CONFINED FACE! I am, sadly, prevented from assisting her in her mundane task... ...owing to my permanent immurement! Oh how shameful! Oh how impotent I feel - a FOOTSLAVE who is unable to straighten his betters' SOCKS! I can only hope and pray that this young woman understands my impotence and predicament? I seek to reinforce my shame, and my respect for her now fully straightened SOCKS, by kissing her FEET... ...with the UTMOST sl...