Patheticus Minimus 3D

Spring has sprung! And regular prison-visitor mistress, Ms Mukta madam – full of the joys of Spring – has kindly deigned to visit me in the foothole dungeons in order that I might taste the spring in her step! I know it must be Springtime outside because: ·          She is eating an ice cream ·          She is wearing a T Shirt and tracksuit bottoms ·          She is wearing fresh, white socks inside her grubby, all-year-round sneakers Needless to say, there is no ice-cream for me. And rightly so – for my prisoner-tongue is fit only to taste visitor-mistress Ms Mukta’s esteemed sneaker dirt. I watch forlornly as her sneakers and socks leave me to rot in my dungeon-cell as they make their way back outside towards the joys of Spring.

The goodlooking, Asian mother and daughter both make use of the dumb footkisser as they exit the public restroom. And rightly so – for that’s precisely what he’s there for, the rusty-necked fool!

The elderly magistrate master-sir and his pretty, Asian lady friend have just witnessed a dirty prisoner-slave being whipped in his cell by officer-mistress Ms Mukta madam – a truly expert whipper – and now they are witnessing the humbling of said prisoner as, weakened by the whip, he desperately kisses the officer’s boots and begs her for mercy, fully cognisant of the fact that her whip is still dangerously close to his bared, whipped back! Note how the happy couple are very much enjoying the spectacle of the officer-mistress having her boots kissed. It’s an eloquent demonstration of the power of the whip to humble a man. The whip really is a magnificent humbler – generating as it does, in the hands of an expert like officer-mistress Ms Mukta – the greatest pain known to man; the burning, biting sting that is unbearable, yet must be borne! What do you think the bright young woman is saying to her elderly beau?