Patheticus Minimus 3D

Ms Mukta cruelly offers me a lick of her refreshing ice cream, but then deliberately holds it just out of reach of my confined face as I languish in the public pillory on a hot summer’s day. I can smell it, and see it, but I can’t touch it – just like her creamy white SOCKS which are also, frustratingly, out of reach for my menial mouth! Ms Mukta madam kindly offers me a lick of her delicious ice cream, but then deliberately holds it just out of reach of my face She feigns offence at my 'rejection' of her kind offer: 'What's the matter, slave? Is my ice cream not good enough for you - perhaps because I have already licked it myself? Are my germs not good enough for you, slave?' I, of course, cannot blame her for my inability to reach the ice cream, but must instead apologise to her: 'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, begging your pardon mistress Mukta madam, this slave humbly apologises for his inability to reach your ice cream with his menial mouth, madam, on asc...

Like many of my customers these days, she’s a goddess who is never off her phone. She doesn’t speak to me, but she doesn’t need to. Her body language – especially the act of stretching forth her sneakered foot in front of my face – does all the talking for her! I am to kiss her feet. Phone goddess alert! A tracksuited phone goddess is approaching me! Her sneakers and socks stop directly in front of my face Then her right, sneakered foot is unceremoniously shoved towards my menial mouth for respect-kissing Swiftly followed by her left Meanwhile, the phone goddess is preoccupied with her phone Checking her text messages and social media, no doubt? She only interrupts her phone messaging to glance down at me as she switches feet again in front of my face She is inspecting my lipwork on her shoes and ensuring my lowliness She needn't worry - I only have lips for her sneakers and eyes for her socks Her SOCKS! My humbling view

Ms Mukta madam often rides on her slave into town. It may not be the most comfortable of rides, given her slave’s bony old back, but it does save on her shoeleather! Ms Mukta likes to save on her shoeleather by riding her slave into town Fortunately for the slave, her husband prefers to walk! The slave-fool's humble head is trapped between his mistress's calves... ...and not in a good way! He must feel the weight of her entire body - including her SOCKS? No wonder he looks burdened... ...he's little more than a beast of burden! Not that Ms Mukta has any sympathy for him He is her slave, to use as she sees fit! Meanwhile, said used slave must eye up the backs of his master's SOCKS His humbling view of the master's SOCKS Haha. The slave is just a sockieboy-cum-ponyboy!

Regular customer Ms Mukta madam never lets me down. Whenever she promises to come and see me – her local, public ‘sockieboy’ – so that I can view her socks inside her sneakers, she never fails to show up; even if, sometimes, she can be running a bit late. Tonight, for example, she’s very late. But still, she shows. And her appointment-to-view socks, as always, don’t disappoint – light grey with decorative red roses. She points out the flowers to me and asks me how I like them? Needless to say, I gush forth praise for her socks and confirm that I like them very much, mistress madam. She then, curtly, orders me to kiss her feet. Better late than never. Ms Mukta arrives, as promised, in order to show me her SOCKS, late at night She begins by asking me if I'm looking forward to viewing her 'sockies'? She then holds up her right, sneakered foot in front of my face and twists her shapely ankle around so that I might get a good view of her SOCK I can see the decorative red r...