Patheticus Minimus 3D

My pretty mistress enjoys a well-earned cigarette on the balcony of her sink-estate apartment, whilst I kneel humbly at her FEET. You'd think, wouldn't you, that there wouldn't be enough room to swing a WHIP in her tiny, studio apartment? But, as I hope you can see from the state of my kneeling back, you'd be wrong! Indeed, I live in constant fear of the WHIP - both from my mistress herself and from her many punters! My mistress enjoying a well-earned cigarette on the balcony of her high-rise apartment... ...whilst I humbly kneel next to her FEET My hard-working mistress truly deserves her cigarette break I have nothing but slavish admiration for her... ...and her hardworking BOOTS and SOCKS! As I hope you can see, I also fear her WHIP! A WHIP which is applied to my back on a daily basis! My mistress, and many of her visitors, are adept at wielding the WHIP across my back in the confined space of her flat! That's why I am focusing intently on my mistress's SOCK,...

My glorious and superb mistress Mukta madam’s preferred form of punishment for me is not, actually, the WHIP, but rather is to place me overnight in the ingenious ‘wonky’ stocks, designed by her clever husband, my master Simon sir, in order to put extra pain-pressure on my neck and shoulder muscles. Whilst the pain of the wonky stocks is a slow burn, developing over several hours, as opposed to the quick, sharp pain of the WHIP, my inventive mistress sometimes ‘enhances’ my confined neck pain still further by using a so-called ‘nerve needle’ to put pressure on a specific nerve inside my neck. Having had training as a Gynarchy nurse, my excellent mistress Mukta knows exactly where to insert the needle in order to maximise my pain! ‘Needless’ to say, even just the sight of the nerve needle is oftentimes enough to elicit the utmost slavish contrition in me and the feverish kissing of her FEET! Better to contritely KISS FEET than to feel the NERVE NEEDLE in one’s NECK! My mistress Muk...

 I’m getting to see plenty of SOCK today, and lots of nice SOCK CREASES, which is always a blessing! A scantily clad customer-mistress males her way nonchalantly towards me I'm gratified to see, however, that she is wearing PLENTY OF SOCK! The SOCKS stop directly in front of me to lord it over me... ...before the RIGHT SHOE is ignominiously shoved onto my menial, municipal mouth! Swiftly followed by the LEFT SHOE! As you can see, not only is my footslave-nose within sniffing distance of the SOCK... ...I can also observe at humiliatingly ultra-close quarters the different textures in the STITCHING of the SOCK! AND the CREASES! Truly, I feel BLESSED as the customer-mistress, hopefully, feels WORSHIPPED? She must certainly feel RELAXED, as she soon switches her female attention to the contents of her phone! And understandably so, since text messages from her boyfriend are obviously much more important to her than me! For my humble part, I continue to STUDY the SOCK in front of me... ...