Patheticus Minimus 3D

My mistress orders me to pull up her visiting, 21-year-old niece’s SOCK  – just one of the many routine tasks a lowly, domestic footslavey can expect to carry out on his humble hands and knees under threat of the WHIP during the course of a typical day of domestic servitude in a Gynarchy household.  'Straighten Miss Felicity's SOCK, slave... ...and straighten it very well... ...or you'll feel my WHIP!' Ms Felicity madam, the wearer of the wonky SOCK, appears unconcerned at my pathetic and perilous situation Slaves straighten SOCKS. Why should she even blink an eyelid at my carrying out such a humbling, routine task? Note how I must 'pull up' the SOCK from the bottom... ...so as not to inadvertently touch Ms Felicity's skin! That would certainly lead to her aunt's WHIP gracing my back! This is actually a delicate and difficult task for a slave like me - fraught with danger! And especially when it must be carried out in the presence of my WHIP-HAPPY mistr...

‘Yo sock slavey!... Kiss the side of my pretty girlfriend’s SOCK!’ Just one of the many humiliating orders will be given today, all of which must be obeyed without question! 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' 'Haha, how are you liking it, slavey? How do you like the feel of my pretty girlfriend's SOCK on your mouth?' 'Oh pray master sir, if it pleases you, master sir, this slave feels truly honoured to place his lowly, unworthy lips on the SOCK of your girlfriend, master sir. Sir, that's all I am, sir - a kisser of girls' SOCKS, sir, begging your forgiveness and understanding, most mighty master sir?' The pretty wearer of the YELLOW SOCK, the man's girlfriend, chuckles above me as I continue to pay labial homage to her SOFT, FEMALE SOCK! ‘Yo sock slavey!... Kiss the side of my pretty girlfriend’s SOCK!’ Such a humiliating order MUST be obeyed without question. I'm just a slave! 'Yes, master sir. At once, master sir.' I place ...

Not all the SOCKS I encounter in the course of my humble FEETKISSING day are plain and unglamorous. Occasionally, I may be fortunate enough to encounter a pair of glamorous, lacy NYLON SOCKS - even if the wearer of those SOCKS is too busy to talk to me! A pair of glamorous, businesslike SOCKS head towards me Their owner is too busy on her phone to stop and chat with me So I must simply listen in to her conversation high above me as I focus my lowly eyes on the SOCKS! Oh I do  hope and pray that these glamorous SHOES and SOCKS won't be too busy to use me? I yearn to pay my humble homage to these SOCKS and their accompanying SHOES! Mercifully, the RIGHT FOOT is subliminally lifted onto the concrete FOOTBLOCK beneath my face... ...without the customer having to interrupt her phone conversation above me I can therefore now focus on the STITCHING in the NYLON SOCKS... ...and the LACY BOWS at the tops... ...as I taste the lady's SHOELEATHER! This is where I belong - down amongst the...

Another day dawns in the Gynarchy of Barbaria, and my first customer of the new day is, typically, a jogger-mistress, out for her early morning run. I, of course, won’t be running anywhere today. I am permanently positioned next to this waste bin – permanently kissing the FEET of my BETTERS! New Dawn. New day. Same old kisser of FEET! My first customer of the day stops in front of me to do some stretching exercises She already looks extremely FIT! She looks down on me as the out-of-condition, waste of space footslave that I am... ...before presenting me with her superior RIGHT FOOT for respect-kissing! How the owner of the FOOT despises me! And rightly so, for I am worth less than her SOCK! Hopefully, this will be the first of many  fabulous SOCKS for me to study and admire today? I do like a customer's SHAPELY SOCK! My customers' SOCKS are what keep me going! Such variety - the differing textures, colours and STITCHING! These are a fairly ordinary pair of PLAIN, WHITE SNEAKER ...