Patheticus Minimus 3D

A domestic sockslavey follows his pretty mistress on his hands and knees to heel around her flat, as he is required to do by Law. The Law actually forbids him from ever taking his eyes off her SOCKS, and requires him to continuously study the patterns in the STITCHING of her SOCKS, and any CREASES in her SOCKS!  Following his pretty mistress to heel as she makes herself a refreshing cup of tea in her kitchen The sock slavey at her feet is currently the last thing on her pretty mind... ...as he submissively and obediently studies her SOCKS on her FEET! Note how the slavey is forbidden by Law  from raising his humble head above his mistress's SOCKS... ...or from taking his lowly eyes off them! Indeed, his menial mind  is forbidden from even thinking  above her SOCKS! Her SOCKS must be the be-all and end-all of his pathetic existence! That's why he's known specifically as a 'SOCK SLAVEY'... ...he's the SLAVE of his mistress's SOCKS! He must diligently study ea...

‘Tongueshine my boots, slavey! I’m on my way to meet up with my boyfriend and I want my boots to look perfect for him, and that?’ ‘Yes, mistress madam. At once mistress madam. Truly it will be an honour for me to shine your boots for the benefit of your boyfriend, miss. He must be a truly magnificent man to be going out with such a beautiful and fabulous young woman such as yourself, miss?’ ‘Yes he is! He’s not like you at all! He’s handsome and rich and strong. He has his own car, and everything, innit though?’ ‘Oh miss, Glod bless your boyfriend, miss? Miss, might I be so bold as to ask you to invite him to visit me sometime himself, so that I might lickshine his shoes and congratulate him on his good fortune in life, miss?’ ‘Erm, well, I can, like, ask him, and that, but he’s a very busy man, slave! Having said that, it would be good for you to have the taste of his expensive shoeleather, and that – the shoeleather of a REAL man - mixing with the taste of my leather boots in...

The familiar figure of regular customer Ms Mukta madam approaches me from across the yard along with a beautiful, dark-skinned stranger (Ms Mukta is herself dark-skinned, but her companion is even darker). It turns out that her companion is her cousin from India, Ms Aarushi madam, and having kindly introduced her to me, Ms Mukta has me kiss-respect her cousin’s sneakered feet, as it seems I am one of the ‘ things to do ’ on Ms Aarushi madam's bucket list during her two-week visit to the Gynarchy. It makes perfect sense. I mean, what young-woman visitor from overseas wouldn’t wish to have her feet kissed by a Gynarchy public footslave like me? I am, I fear, very much a feature on the Gynarchy tourist trail and on many tourists' bucket list!  I overhear the familiar voice of regular visitor to my face, Ms Mukta madam, pointing me out to her companion... ...as the two girls walk towards me from across the yard They stop directly in front of me as Ms Mukta madam kindly introduce...