Patheticus Minimus 3D

Ms Mukta leans down to point out and laugh at a bruise and a cut left on my face by her husband's LOAFER SHOE earlier in the day. Master Simon sir had reason to find fault with me when I was kiss-respecting his loafered feet this afternoon as my lips had, allegedly, failed to kiss the dirtiest parts. Ms Mukta confirms that her husband had every right to punish me with a severe kick to the face and asks me if I have learned my lesson? I humbly confirm that I had indeed learned my lesson, and politely ask her to thank master Simon sir for correcting me with his FOOT. She laughs and kindly promises to do so, before presenting her own sneakers to me for respect-kissing. I make sure to kiss the dirtiest parts.  In the back passageway, Ms Mukta stoops down to mock me and the bruise left on my face by her husband's SHOE She asks me if I have learned my lesson? Having humbly confirmed that I have indeed learned my lesson, I stare at the ground... ...and at my mistress's SNEAKERS an...

I am left out in the cold until such time as my mistress Mukta exits her back door, and even then I only get a fleeting taste of her warming boots as she heads off into town. The light on in the kitchen is the only tentative clue that someone may be about to emerge Sure enough, the door creaks open and my mistress Mukta, well wrapped-up against the cold, steps into the passageway She stops only to have her BOOTS kissed I endeavour to warm my lips on her BLACK LEATHER BOOT... ...beneath her BROWN SOCK! She kindly switches her BOOTED FEET in front of my face, thereby giving me a taste of her OTHER BOOT Indeed... ...she switches feet several times in front of my face! She's sweet and kind like that, my mistress Mukta! I humbly bow my head behind her departing BOOTS Oh how I wish I could follow those kind BOOTS and SOCKS to heel! But I must stay here - alone and left out in the cold!

Tonight my owner, Ms Mukta madam, is once again interrupting my beauty sleep by talking noisily on her phone and eating a burger high above my humble head. All I can see is the back of her SOCK in front of my face, and her discarded burger wrapper and can of cola drink out of the corners of my eyes. I'm hungry, and the smell of her greasy burger is making my tummy rumble. But she doesn't care about that. Uncaring Ms Mukta madam interrupts my beauty sleep once again... ...with a late-night telephone call and a greasy burger... ...all above my humble head! All I can really see is the back of her SOCK... ...directly in front of my confined face... ...whilst her other SNEAKER and SOCK rest nonchalantly on the wall by the side of my humble head Just a tiny sliver of GREY SOCK is visible on her LEFT ANKLE As I humbly stare at the back of her RIGHT SOCK, down amongst her other trash By rights, I should be kissing these SNEAKERS But I am seemingly reduced to being a late-night SOCK STU...