Patheticus Minimus 3D

Some people like to taunt me in the pillory, showing me their SOCKS and asking me how I feel – not being able to study their SOCKS close-up and in detail? They know full well, of course, that it is immensely frustrating for me not to be able to study their individual SOCK STITCHES! Here you see regular visitor to the pillory, Ms Mukta madam, teasing and taunting me with her plain, grey socks in front of the other men in her life – real men: her husband; my gaoler-sir; and the magistrate master-sir who sentenced me to confinement in the pillory for an indeterminate period! A group of men enjoy watching my regular tormentress, Ms Mukta madam, taunting me in the pillory with her grey SOCKS! The magistrate master-sir is even mocking me verbally, asking me why I am not kissing Ms Mukta's SOCKS?  Aren't they good enough for me, he asks? It's a rhetorical question, of course - laden with sarcasm - for we both know Ms Mukta's SOCKS are indeed worthy of my menial mouth's h...

Familiar visitor to my face, Ms Mukta madam, approaches me late one evening for a footkissing session. She orders me to kiss each of her feet 1000 times and emphasises that I must study her socks whilst I am doing so. She then presents her sneakered feet to me one at a time, starting with her right foot. It is my responsibility to internally count the number of kisses to her right foot, and to politely request her to switch her feet in front of my face when the target of 1000 kisses has been met. Simultaneously, I must endeavour to mentally count the number of visible stitches in her right sock. The process is then repeated for her left sneaker and sock. That’s the way regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam likes things done.  Regular customer Ms Mukta madam often visits me late of an evening for her sneakers to be kiss-respected Even on her approach towards me, I can see that she is wearing her fabulous, plain grey SOCKS inside her sneakers! The familiar sneakers and socks s...