Patheticus Minimus 3D

This old and experienced Gynarchy houselavey certainly knows his place when his pretty mistress returns home: He kisses her feet He then lies prostrate on the floor for her to walk all over him Finally, he gently massages her SOCKED FEET whilst she relaxes on the couch high above him She expects, and receives, the houselavey's routine kiss-greeting of her FEET when she enters her home She knows that if he were to fail in this humble duty, she can have him WHIPPED! As we can see, he has failed many times before! But today, fortunately for him, he was in the right place at the right time! She makes sure he kisses both  her FEET... ...since they are equally as deserving of his footslavish respect! He surreptitiously studies her SOCK... ...as he is a great secret admirer of his mistress's SOCKS He's pathetic like that! The FEETKISSING ritual continues for several minutes... ...mainly because the houseslavey's mistress revels in the sense of POWER over him that it gives her!...

‘ Clean my boots, slavey. Then clean my husband’s boots. And make sure you study our SOCKS while you’re tongueshining our boots!’ ‘Yes, mistress madam, at once mistress madam.’ ‘Clean my wife’s boots very well, slave, or you’ll soon feel the sting of my WHIP on your back!’ ‘Yes, master sir. Please don’t beat me master sir. I will be a good boot cleaner for you and your wife, sir?’ It’s known as ‘double jeopardy’ amongst we public footslaves – having to lickshine the boots or shoes of TWO customers at once. Double the amount of tonguework. Double the amount of danger! ‘ Clean my boots, slavey...  ...Then clean my husband’s boots... ...And make sure you study our SOCKS while you’re tongueshining our boots!’ I listen intently and respectfully to my orders from the belligerent customer-mistress This situation presents double jeopardy for me A surly, demanding couple who will, no doubt, delight in finding fault with my footslave performance! The master-sir is silent, but I can s...

My pretty mistress asks me if I am frightened at the prospect of being WHIPPED by her and I humbly and truthfully respond that I am indeed frightened mistress madam if it pleases you mistress madam please have mercy on me madam? Meanwhile her manly husband, my magnificent master sir, chuckles at my plight as he is quite right to do so master sir, as master knows full well my pathetic pleadings with his wife will be in vain sir!  Pathetically pleading for mercy when threatened with the WHIP! Oh pray mistress madam, oh pray master sir, I very much fear the WHIP, masters! Not the WHIP I prithee masters? Mistress delights in my fear and trembling I humbly gaze upon her BOOTS - BOOTS I am desperate to kiss in supplication! And all because of my abject fear of the WHIP! The WHIP, I say!... The WHIP!... Its mighty STING! Meanwhile, master sir, my mistress's husband, is chuckling behind me. He knows he  will never know the BITING STING of his wife's WHIP! I would most humbly and res...