The Femdom Channel

Part 1 – Live & Exclusive

You might think that a society, any society, which glories in slavery to the extent that it has a whole television channel devoted to the subject, is a somewhat depraved and perverse society. But you’d be wrong.

For the society in which this story takes place is actually the most enlightened on earth. It enslaves some of its people – yes, but only those submissive males who are born to be slaves, who long for nothing more than to serve the feet and footwear of the fairer sex, and it allows to be ‘female masters’ only those women who are born dominant.

It is, therefore, a society of consensual slavery of the male to the female. It is the most advanced civilisation imaginable, for it is a female domination society.

It was, therefore, with a clear conscience that mistress Chi-Lin was relaxing with her feet up on the sofa in front of the television in her living room, with her personal footslave, Roberto, kneeling at the end of the sofa, clad only in his slave shorts and neck-collar, and sniffing her socked feet.

Both mistress and slave were refugees to this country, for not every country in the world permits the slavery of the male to the female. She had arrived some 3 years previously from the Far East. He had arrived nearly 5 years ago from South America. But fate, or rather the auctioneer’s hammer, had brought them together nearly 7 months ago, when Chi-Lin had at last saved up enough money from her job as a librarian to purchase a male footslave at auction.

Some might say that, in many ways, Chi-Lin was a ‘typical’ librarian – petite, bookish, bespectacled, quiet. In her own country she had been top of the class – the college ‘swot’ if you will, but no amount of academic qualifications could satisfy her innermost need to have a man in her power – to own and dominate a male slave. And so, at the age of 22 she had taken the radical step of emigrating to the only society on earth where she knew she could live as she truly wanted to live – as a slave-owning mistress. Now aged just 25, she was living her dream.

As for 30 year old slave Roberto, he too was living his dream. Deep down, if he was perfectly honest, he might have wished to have been purchased by a stunning, 18 year-old, leggy blonde – rather than the short, dark-haired, at times almost ‘mousy’ miss Chi-Lin. But slaves can’t be choosers – and the longer he served her, the more he had come to respect his superior, bespectacled, oriental mistress Chi-Lin. She may have given the outward appearance of being mousy, but behind closed doors mistress Chi-Lin was a supremely confident and adept slave-owning mistress. She worked him hard, was intolerant of poor performance, and treated him with just the right amount of contempt and disdain that a Chinese girl’s humble footslave deserved.

And so, although slave Roberto may have wished that he was kneeling at the feet of a leggy blonde bombshell and massaging her soft, bare feet fresh out of some glamorous high-heels, he was content to be massaging the grey socked feet of bespectacled mistress Chi-Lin, fresh out of her grey and white sneakers.

As usual, miss Chi-Lin was also wearing her ubiquitous black, denim jeans. She could be said to have quite short, even ‘bandy’, legs, and saw no need to expose them to the world. Her footslave, after all, didn’t need to see her bare legs, for his job was to concentrate on her socked feet.

She glanced at slave Roberto, or ‘Sockslave’ as she often called him, as he dutifully focussed his eyes on the folds in her soft, feminine, light grey, ankle socks. She knew he was basically a good footslave. He would not, for example, as he massaged her socked feet with his bare hands, allow either his hands or his gaze to stray to her own bare flesh above the top of her grey ankle socks. For he was now obsessed with her socks – she had made him so, by ensuring that he spent every waking minute of every day either staring at her socks, inside or outside her shoes; or kissing her socks; or sniffing her socks; or washing her socks by hand; or, as he was now, massaging her socked feet. She had not nicknamed him her ‘Sockslave’ for nothing. A humble sockslave was what she had always wanted. And because he was her property, hers to do with as she wished, that was precisely what slave Roberto had become – a sockslave, or ‘Mistress Chi-Lin’s sockslave’, to give him his full title as it was emblazoned on his neck collar.

Satisfied that her sockslave was suitably engrossed in her plain, grey socks, mistress Chi-Lin indolently reached for the remote control and turned up the volume on her TV.

Slave Roberto had his back to the TV but could clearly hear what was being broadcast. It was his mistress’s favourite Saturday afternoon programme on the ‘Femdom Channel’: ‘Punishment Time’ – a whole two hour programme broadcasting the punishment, usually the public flogging and humiliation in the town square – of some recalcitrant slave who had displeased his mistress. It was, despite its unusual time slot, the ‘Femdom Channel’s’ highest rating programme.

And justifiably so, for the production values were extremely high – on the spot reporters; strategically placed cameras; close up shots of the official female punisher and the male slave victim; interviews with the participants and the spectators; slow motion replays; expert analysis in the studio; phone-ins and FAQs. The whole show was a real event every Saturday afternoon, and miss Chi-Lin loved it. She snuggled down further into her sofa as the familiar theme tune was just ending. For his part, slave Roberto submissively allowed his mistress to settle herself into a more comfortable position before resuming his massage of her petite, grey-socked feet.

Behind him the heard the familiar voice of the programme presenter, miss Julia:

‘Hello, and welcome to this week’s edition of “Punishment Time” on the “Femdom Channel”. We’ve got a real treat for you today, ladies, and so without further ado let’s go straight over to our reporter in the Town Square, Carrie, who can tell us what’s on the agenda today:

Carrie, it looks like a lovely day out there today?’

‘Hi, Julia, yes it is –as you can see the sun is shining and we have a large and noisy crowd of young women here today all looking forward to witnessing today’s public slave punishment …’

As the reporter, miss Carrie, was speaking, slave Roberto could hear the female crowd cheering in the background, obviously excited to be on TV and almost drowning out miss Carrie at one point…

‘… and what a punishment it’s going to be! Just listen to this, Julia - I have with me miss Amanda from the Justice Dept who is going to tell us all about the slave-criminal and the sentence of the Court. Amanda, tell us about the slave who is going to be punished today!’

‘Well, Carrie, his name is slave Victor. He’s 45 years old, and the personal footslave of 19 year old mistress Fariba, whom I believe you will be interviewing later?’

‘That’s right, we will indeed. But tell us, Amanda, what was this slave’s crime?’

‘Neglect of duty – he upset his stunning young, mistress, who is of Bangladeshi origins, by failing to arrange her socks properly in her sock drawer. Would you believe that he even mixed up two pairs of her socks which, although similar in colour, were not identical!’

The interview with the female official from the Justice Dept was being relayed to the assembled crowd over loud speakers. Audible sighs of shock, disbelief and disgust rang out as one or two ladies in the crowd demanded that the neglectful and careless slave be suitably punished!

Slave Roberto detected a sigh of incredulity emanating from his own mistress, miss Chi-Lin, as he continued to massage her grey-socked feet with his slave hands whilst kneeling at the end of the sofa. If truth be told, he could scarcely believe slave Victor’s act of wilful negligence himself. For a young woman’s personal foot and sock slave to make such a mistake was truly unpardonable! Did slave Victor not realise what an inestimable privilege it was for a male slave to handle his superior Bangladeshi mistress’s socks?

Slave Roberto was certainly aware of the privilege as he rubbed his own Chinese mistress’s soft, socked feet with renewed vigour. He did not want to end up being publicly shamed and punished on TV for neglect of his mistress, as slave ‘Victor’ was about to be!

For her part, miss Chi-Lin noticed her own footslave’s renewed vigour in rubbing her socked feet. It pleased her, but at the same time disturbed her. Slave Roberto was clearly listening in to the TV programme when he should be concentrating, mind, body and soul, on her socks. She therefore decided to bring him even closer to her grey socks:

‘Sockslave sniff Chi-Lin socks. Put nose in socks. Obey!’

Slave Roberto had been half expecting this order. It was not unusual for him to have to spend Saturday afternoon sniffing his mistress’s socked feet. He knew that miss Chi-Lin liked to see and hear him sniffing her sweaty socks – it was, after all, much more humiliating for the slave than merely having to massage her socked feet with his slave hands. Sniffing a young woman’s socks meant breathing in her foot odour, especially when, as was the case with miss Chi-Lin, her grey-socked feet had been trapped inside her grey and white sneakers all morning.

Without any delay slave Roberto therefore stopped rubbing miss Chi-Lin’s socks and lowered his nose until it touched the sole of her right socked foot – and audibly sniffed.

He then repeated the action on her left foot, and continued sniffing, alternating his nose between his mistress’s right and left socks, as he had been taught to do by the bespectacled, 25 year old mistress Chi-Lin.

The smell was quite tart and vinegary for, as the TV reporter had said, it was a hot summer’s day, and many a young woman would have chosen to wear summery open-toes sandals on bare feet, allowing their delicate, soft feminine feet to breathe. Not mistress Chi-Lin, however – come rain, hail or shine she liked to wear her socks and sneakers. That was precisely why she needed a sockslave – to sniff and wash her dirty, sweaty socks.

As he breathed in his mistress’s sock odour slave Roberto heard the TV reporter, miss Carrie, continue with her interview of the female official from the Justice Dept:

‘Gosh! I would imagine the courts didn’t look too kindly on such criminal negligence by the footslave. What is his sentence, Amanda?’

‘You’re not wrong, Carrie. Well, the Judge sentenced the slave Victor to publicly kiss his mistress’s feet 60 times, followed by 6 strokes of the cane at her feet, then a further 60 kisses to her “pretty, brown Bangladeshi feet”, as the Judge himself had put it.’

A roar of approval went up from the females in the crowd. Public humiliation and a caning! It would be a fitting punishment for the bungling slave and a wonderful spectacle to watch!

‘Fantastic!’ exclaimed the TV reporter, miss Carrie. ‘Now I understand that the aggrieved party, miss Fariba, hasn’t been in the country very long, is that right?’

‘That’s correct – I believe she only arrived here some 3 months ago to join her husband, Tahir, who was already resident here, so clearly the actions of slave Victor are particularly reprehensible in the eyes of the law as he has failed to properly serve a young Bangladeshi woman who is still, effectively, a guest in this country.’

Judging by the reaction of the crowd to this latest information they too agreed that slave Victor’s negligence was aggravated by this particular factor. This young Bangladeshi woman was probably unused to wearing socks and would therefore be particularly reliant on her new footslave to take proper care of her socks and other western-style footwear. How dare he be neglectful of his duties in this way!

‘OK, Amanda, thanks very much for that. As you said we are hoping to interview miss Fariba, and indeed her husband Tahir, prior to the slave’s punishment – so that should be in just about one hour from now. In the meantime, it’s back over to you in the studio Julia.’

There was a few seconds’ delay as the reporter handed back to the studio, during which time all that could be heard in miss Chi-Lin’s living room was the sound of slave Roberto sniffing her grey-socked feet. She deliberately wriggled her toes inside her ankle length socks in order to release more of her sweaty foot odour up his nose. Slave Roberto admired the way his mistress’s grey socks creased and folded in front of his eyes as she did so, although it made it more difficult for him to focus on the individual stitches in her socks.

‘Thanks, Carrie. We’ll look forward to that,’ resumed the studio presenter, miss Julia. ‘Well, I have with me here in the studio 3 experts who can talk us through this afternoon’s proceedings.

The first is mistress Lisa, a former punishment officer from the Police Dept who has herself administered many public canings to slaves…’

‘Hello…’ said the aforementioned mistress Lisa, introducing herself to the TV audience.

'Hi, Lisa,’ continued mistress Julia. ‘Our second expert is our regular “legal eagle” – miss Suzanna...’

‘Hi, everyone…’ chirped miss Suzanna.

‘…and last, but not least, we have our clinical psychologist, miss Rowena. Rowena, thank you for joining us today!’

‘My pleasure!’ exclaimed miss Rowena.

With the introductions over miss Julia then opened the studio discussion:

‘Well, ladies, you’ve all heard the details of the crime and the sentence passed down on the criminal, slave Victor. Miss Suzanna, am I right in thinking that this is a particularly reprehensible crime, given the newly arrived status of this young Bangladeshi woman in this country?’

‘Yes, Julia, you’re quite right!’ confirmed the legal expert, miss Suzanna. ‘I mean, this slave was almost certainly chosen for this young woman by her husband, who must feel really aggrieved at the way the dirty slave has treated his young wife’s footwear with such wanton carelessness.

I mean, it’s not as if a footslave’s job is difficult, is it? All he has to do is concentrate on and care for his mistress’s feet and footwear! I mean, it’s not like it’s hard physical labour, or anything, nor is it intellectually demanding – and yet this lazy, good-for-nothing pig can’t even sort out a young, Bangladeshi woman’s sock drawer properly!

I’ll be honest with you, Julia, I think the Judge was being quite lenient in sentencing this slave to a mere 120 foot-kisses and 6 strokes of the cane!’

‘Mmm…I agree that the sentence seems unusually lenient,’ interjected the clinical psychologist, miss Rowena, ‘but then we mustn’t forget that this punishment is to take place in public, and I think that that does undoubtedly add to the slave’s shame and humiliation. In that sense I think it will be a fitting punishment!’

‘Yes, I was going to ask you about that, Rowena,’ said the presenter, miss Julia. ‘Just how will the slave be feeling, at the moment, do you think? Will he be overwhelmed with a sense of shame, or just fearful of what lies ahead of him this afternoon?’

‘You know, it’s difficult to say – different slaves will react very differently to the threat of corporal punishment and public humiliation. I think there can be little doubt that he will be regretting his crime, but just how anxious he will be is difficult to say without knowing more about him.’

Listening to the discussion on her sofa at home, miss Chi-Lin found herself wondering how her own slave, Roberto, would cope with a public caning and with having to kiss her feet in public 120 times. She knew he was a wimp, and suspected, therefore, that he wouldn’t cope terribly well. He would almost certainly cry out during the caning, for example, rather than take it ‘like a man’. For he wasn’t a ‘man’ in the true sense of the word – he was just a Chinese girl’s sock-sniffer.

As he continued to breathe in his mistress’s sock odour slave Roberto was thinking exactly the same thing!

‘Lisa, you have had vast experience of inflicting public punishments on male criminals and slaves, can you tell us, from your experience, how you think the about-to-be caned criminal will be feeling at the moment?’

Mistress Lisa cleared her throat:

‘Well, first of all, can I just say, Julia, that I agree with your term “criminal” here. I don’t think we should refer to this individual as a ‘slave’ any more, as he has clearly shown by his actions that he is not worthy of the title of “slave”.’

If slave Roberto hadn’t been so nervous as he dutifully sniffed mistress Chi-Lin’s socked feet he would have allowed himself a little smile on hearing mistress Lisa’s words on the TV – the idea that being a ‘slave’ was a status that had to be aspired to; a privilege that had to be earned; that one could even be found to be unworthy to be a slave!

And yet, of course, he knew full well, as did everyone else who was listening in, that mistress Lisa, the former WPC and punishment officer, was talking about certain men not being worthy to be the ‘personal slaves’ of women. Any Tom, Dick or Harry could still be made to slave away in the stone quarries or mines. And perhaps, who knows, that was where the unfortunate slave Victor would end up.

For his part, slave Roberto was determined never to neglect his mistress Chi-Lin’s feet or socks. He knew he would not last long as a ‘hard labour’ slave.

Mistress Lisa, meanwhile, was continuing with her assessment, based on her years of experience as a slave-punisher, of the about-to-be-punished slave’s likely state of mind:

‘What I can tell you is that this criminal will currently be kneeling in the back of one of the prison vans where a female doctor will be examining him to make sure he is physically capable of taking the punishment. 6 strokes of the cane may not sound like much, especially given that he will be receiving them across his backside but over his slave shorts. But I can assure you that the strokes will nevertheless be well laid on.

That pre-punishment medical examination in and of itself will be making the convicted criminal anxious and nervous, as the doctor will be advising him of the likely amount of pain he will soon be experiencing at his mistress’s feet, and the long to medium term effects of that pain.’

‘And just what are those effects?’ asked the presenter, miss Julia, on behalf of everyone watching.

‘Well, put it this way, he won’t be in a position to sit down for several weeks as the pain in his backside will just be too great. His flimsy slave-shorts won’t provide him with much, if any, protection from the sting of the cane!’ miss Lisa informed the watching TV audience gleefully.

‘I think we’re slightly missing the point, here, though,’ interjected the clinical psychologist, miss Rowena. ‘The main focus of the punishment, to my mind, is the humiliation of the foot kissing. I mean, if you wanted to be flippant you could say that a footslave never needs to sit down anyway, as he is always on his hands and knees…’

The studio panel all erupted into laughter as they happily took miss Rowena’s point on board…

‘… and you must remember that even though a footslave is, by definition, required to kiss his mistress’s feet day in and day out, he doesn’t usually have to do so in front of a jeering crowd and on national TV, with everyone watching despising him for what has done, or failed to do as in this case, and wanting to see him apologise and pay his respects properly to the mistress he has insulted.’

‘Yes, I agree that the foot-kissing element of the public punishment is just as important as the caning,’ said the ex WPC miss Lisa, ‘but I’m sure the crowd will appreciate watching the second set of 60 kisses to the young woman’s feet more than they will the first set, as they will know that during the second set of kisses the criminal’s backside will be on fire!’

Perhaps not surprisingly, all 4 women in the studio appeared to be in agreement with this last statement. There was nothing nicer than seeing a freshly whipped male slave blubbering for mercy over his mistress’s feet.

‘OK ladies, thanks for your opening thoughts!’ continued the presenter, miss Julia. She then turned her attention to the audience at home as she announced a commercial break:

‘We’ll be back in just a few minutes when we’ll be taking your calls and text messages, and our reporter, miss Carrie, will be getting the thoughts of some of the female members of the crowd in the Town Square. All that, and of course, the punishment itself – all still to come, live and exclusive on “Punishment Time” after these words from our sponsors. Don’t go away! Keep it on “The Femdom Channel”.’

And with that the shortened version of the programme’s familiar theme tune announced the start of the commercial break.

Miss Chi-Lin yawned and stretched her arms as she reclined on her comfortable sofa. She was feeling quite thirsty, and decided that slave Roberto, still obediently kneeling at her outstretched feet and audibly sniffing her socks, should make himself useful by getting her a cold soda from the fridge. Although she didn’t like separating him from her feet and socks to run such errands for her, she was just feeling too lazy to get up out of the sofa herself.

She therefore took off her black-rimmed glasses in order to wipe them on her sleeve as she gave her orders to her personal footslave:

‘Sockslave fetch soda from fridge. Move now!’

Slave Roberto knew that miss Chi-Lin always expected his instant obedience, although she did not require him to verbally acknowledge all her commands.

He therefore immediately stopped sniffing her wrinkled ankle socks and crawled humbly across the living room carpet on his hands and knees, keeping his nose close to the brown carpet in the somewhat forlorn hope of seeing some of his mistress’s precious, grey sock lint, as he headed for the fridge in the kitchen to fetch her a refreshing soda pop.

Meanwhile miss Chi-Lin watched the advertisements:

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And remember – our blinkers, unlike some other inferior products on the market, can be sealed shut, thereby ensuring that your footslave can see nothing until you decide to open his blinkers again – perfect for night-time or if you just want to deny your slave the privilege of seeing your pretty feet in front of his ugly slave face!

Phone now – and make your appointment! We’re waiting for your call!’

Mistress Chi-Lin had of course considered blinkers for her footslave. But they were quite expensive, and slave Roberto was reasonably good at focussing on her feet anyway – although she suspected that he did try to catch the occasional furtive glance of other mistress’s high heels when she wasn’t looking. She knew that, like most male footslaves, he had a penchant for a well-turned feminine ankle in a polished, high-heel shoe. But Chi-Lin didn’t like her ankles. She thought they were, rather like her legs, somewhat ‘dumpy’ – and so, whether slave Roberto liked it or not, she preferred to wear socks with flat-heeled ankle boots or sneakers under her denim jeans, rather than spiked heels.

She had finished cleaning her glasses and put them back on just in time for the next advertisement:

‘Ladies! Buy our novelty message-socks for your pretty feet!

All colours, sizes, lengths and styles available!

Tease and torment your footslave with sexy messages on the sides of your socks, such as:

“Smell my socks, sockslave!”

“Look only at my socks, sockboy!”

“You’re going to be whipped tonight, footslave!”

- just some of the exciting messages you can have printed on your socks!

Give your slave something to read all day long as he kneels beside your socked feet. Brighten up his dreary existence!

Novelty message socks – available today at all good retail stores!”

Although she was wearing her plain, grey ankle socks today mistress Chi-Lin did already own a pair of these novelty ‘message-socks’. Hers were pink ankle socks with black lettering on them which said:

“Keep your head bowed, slave, and worship the socks of your mistress!”

She liked to wear them to parties as going out to a party was one of the rare occasions that Chi-Lin, self conscious about her legs, would wear a skirt, rather than jeans, meaning that her legs and socks were on display to everyone. They were usually a bit of a conversation piece with the other guests – an ‘ice-breaker’ if you like.

Slave Roberto, who was well familiar with the pair of pink and black ankle socks concerned, was returning to the living room on his knees, a cold can of soda in his left hand, just as the final advertisement was being broadcast:

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Come and see our selection of whips – everything from full-length bull whips to dainty, feminine crops.

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Buy before the end of this month and get a free cleaning cloth for your whip!

A fine selection of canes also available!

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Al this talk of whips and canes made slave Roberto shudder. His mistress Chi-Lin already had a cane, which she was able to put to good use on his bare back and buttocks. Unlike the official public punishers mistress Chi-Lin did not allow her slave the luxury of keeping his slave-shorts on during a caning. Slave Roberto hoped she had no intention of buying a new cane – let alone a whip!

He humbly handed the soda over to his mistress and awaited her next orders just as the theme tune on the TV was announcing part 2 of “Punishment Time”.

‘Slave rub Chi-Lin socks with nose!’ barked his mistress, pointing down to her feet again.

So, he was now to resume massaging his Chinese mistress’s socked feet, but this time with his face and nose rather than with his hands. Slave Roberto was glad – it would enable him to transfer the residual sweat on her grey ankle socks onto his slave face – where it belonged.

‘Welcome back!’ declared miss Julia, the TV presenter in the studio.


Part 2 – Audience Participation

Slave Roberto obediently buried his face into the folds of miss Chi-Lin’s soft, grey socks and rubbed the ball of her pretty, socked foot with his nose. It was, undoubtedly, one of his favourite duties – ‘nosing’ his mistress’s socks whilst she was still wearing them. The only thing he had to worry about was the temptation to sneeze. It had never yet happened to him, but the manipulation of his nose often made him feel like he was about to sneeze.

He dreaded to think what the punishment would be for a footslave who sneezed al over his mistress’s socks! Perhaps an even worse fate than that which was building up for slave Victor in the Town Square – public humiliation and a public flogging at the fair hands of one of the young, female, uniformed ‘punishment’ officers appointed (and fully trained) by the State – and all whilst bent over a punishment block with his face resting just inches away from the dainty, feminine feet of his own Bangladeshi mistress, miss Fariba.

Behind him slave Roberto could hear the studio presenter on the TV reminding the viewers, including his mistress Chi-Lin, of the delights they were about to witness:

‘Yes, welcome back ladies to our regular, Saturday afternoon “Punishment Time” where the criminal, slave Victor, will shortly be led out in order to kiss the feet of his young, Bangladeshi mistress in public and to receive 6 lashes of the cane – as decreed by the Courts for his wilful negligence and lack of care in organising his mistress’s sock-drawer.

My name is Julia, and I have with me here in the studio our panel of experts: miss Lisa, a former State punishment officer; miss Suzanna – our resident legal advisor; and miss Rowena, a clinical psychologist who can doubtless give us an insight into the minds of both mistress Fariba and the criminal, slave Victor, as they both take centre stage in about 30 minutes or so from now in order for the punishment to be administered.

Rowena, we hope to be hearing from miss Fariba and her husband, Tahir, in just a few minutes, but, how do you think she will be coping with all this attention? She is only 19 years old and has, we understand, only been in this country for a few months. This must all seem quite strange to her?’

‘Yes indeed, Julia, I should imagine she is experiencing a mixture of both excitement and apprehension at the moment,’ opined the clinical psychologist, miss Rowena. ‘After all, she is about to be seated in a raised chair in the centre of a Town Square which she hardly knows, with all these people watching her both in the Square itself and on TV, whilst her personal footslave is tied over a punishment block in front of the chair , then made to kiss her feet 120 times in total and receive 6 strokes of the cane whilst being forced to stare at her pretty feet. She must be anticipating a feeling of absolute power mixed in with a desire to look her best in front of the crowd, and, perhaps, who knows, she may even be feeling some sympathy for slave Victor…’

‘Really?’ interjected the TV host, miss Julia incredulously.

‘Oh yes! It’s not at all uncommon for kind-hearted, feminine mistresses to feel sympathy for a slave undergoing punishment, even though most women do recognise the need for corporal punishment and discipline of the male slave,’ explained miss Rowena.

‘I agree!’ declared mistress Lisa, the ex WPC, who had administered many public floggings in her career as a public punishment officer for the police. ‘It’s not at all unusual for a mistress to feel sympathy for her slave, especially if she feels he is genuinely sorry and contrite, but, of course, the sentence of the Courts must still be carried out, and I think that, at the end of the day, most women enjoy the spectacle of a slave flogging. It reinforces their sense of superiority and power over the submissive and weak male slave!’

Listening to all this mistress Chi-Lin was becoming increasingly excited. She, for one, loved to see a slave suffer his just deserts at the hands of a professional punisher! She loved to hear the swish of the cane, the agonised scream of the recipient, the gasps and the cheers of the crowd. She had already made up her mind that one day soon she would attend the Town Square herself in order to witness such a public flogging being carried out.

Briefly, she glanced down towards the end of the sofa where her own slave, Roberto, was diligently rubbing his nose through the folds of her grey ankle socks. His nose tickled her slightly whenever he ran it along the ball of her socked foot. She hoped he was enjoying her sock smell as he nose-rubbed her feet for, as far as she was concerned, he could continue to ‘nose’ her socked feet all day long. It was a truly heavenly experience - for her!

For his part slave Roberto was trying hard to concentrate on his mistress’s plain, grey socks, but, if truth be told, he was intrigued and somewhat distracted by the conversation going on in the TV studio. He wished he too could turn around and watch the events unfolding on the TV screen like his mistress Chi-Lin was able to do. It wasn’t that he would particularly enjoy seeing a fellow male slave caned in public. It was just that, like all slaves, he had a perfectly understandable fascination with the whole issue of corporal punishment – not least because, again like all slaves, he was subject to it! There but for the grace of God etc.

The studio presenter, miss Julia, was getting very excited now as the message had been relayed to her via her earpiece that their on-the-spot reporter, miss Carrie, was now ready to interview miss Fariba and her husband, Tahir:

‘And I’ve just been told that we can now go back over to Carrie in the Town Square who has miss Fariba herself and her husband, both ready to talk to us. Carrie – over to you!’

‘Yes, thank you, Julia. Well, as you say, I have with me now the young woman who will be the centre of attention today, miss Fariba. Hello, how are you feeling, Fariba?’

There was the sound of nervous and shy giggling coming from the TV:

‘I am feeling okay, thank you,’ responded a young-sounding, female voice in a heavy, Bangladeshi accent.

‘Tell me, you must be looking forward to seeing your slave punished in public at your feet?’

Again more nervous and polite giggling:

‘Yes I am liking it very much! It is being very good!’

‘Great! Now our viewers can all see that you are very prettily dressed in traditional Bangladeshi costume consisting of your headscarf, this beautiful red and yellow Sari, and brown, leather, open-toed sandals. What made you choose this particular outfit today?’

There was a slight pause whilst an asian man who was standing beside miss Fariba, presumably her husband, Tahir, translated the reporter’s question into Bengali.

‘Ah… my husband was thinking it will be good for the slave to be seeing my bare feet and to be kissing my bare toes in public,’ responded the young Bangladeshi woman.

‘Indeed it will!’ agreed the reporter, miss Carrie. ‘Do you not think, though, that maybe you’re being very generous in allowing slave Victor to see your pretty bare feet whilst he is being caned? After all, I understand it was your socks he failed to take care of properly. Should he not be having to kiss your socked feet?’

Again, there was a slight delay whilst the young woman’s husband translated the reporter’s question and, perhaps, who knows, even fed his beloved wife the answer.

Either way, miss Fariba clearly found the question amusing as she again smiled and laughed before answering:

‘It is true that it was my white socks that the slave was not sorting properly. But I am not washing my feet for many days now. My feet are now being very dirty and I am thinking that the slave will not be liking the smell while he is kissing my dirty, bare feet and my sandals!’

Now it was Carrie’s turn to laugh, along with some of the crowd to whom the interview was being broadcast over loud speakers:

‘Well, all I can say is that your beautiful feet don’t look very dirty from where I’m standing, Fariba! Tahir, if I can turn to you for a moment, why did you decide to take your wife’s slave to Court. Could you not have just punished the slave for his negligence yourself?’

Master Tahir now responded in much more fluent English, although still with a Bangladeshi accent:

‘You know, I wanted my wife to see that the law in this country is fully on our side and that slaves who are disobedient are subject to the full punishment of the Law. Of course, I will beat the slave myself later, but I think it is good that he is made to apologise to my wife and receive the cane from the proper authorities in public also.’

On hearing these words slave Roberto felt his first genuine pang of sympathy for the about-to-be-punished criminal. Slave Victor’s punishment would clearly not be over after the crowds and the cameras had left.

‘Ok, well we’d better let Fariba go and get ready now. Thanks ever so much for taking the time to speak to us and we hope you both enjoy this afternoon’s events.’

‘Thank you!’ replied Bangladeshi husband and wife happily and in unison.

A round of applause rippled through the crowd as Carrie handed back to Julia in the studio.

‘Thanks Carrie…. Suzanna, presumably most instances of slave negligence are just dealt with by the slave’s owners on the spot, as our reporter, Carrie, was suggesting there? Is it at all common for mistresses or couples to take their slaves to court in such circumstances of, what might be described as “mild negligence”?’

‘Erm…I think I’d have to take issue with you over describing this particular criminal’s behaviour as “mild negligence”!’ responded the ‘legal eagle’ mistress Suzanna. ‘After all, let’s not forget what we’re dealing with here: this was a fully trained footslave, of many years’ experience as I understand it, who clumsily mixed up his mistress’s socks whilst supposedly arranging her sock drawer, so that two pairs of different socks...I believe they were both white from what miss Fariba has just been saying… but, nevertheless, two pairs of a mistress’s white socks, with presumably clearly identifiable and differing patterns in the respective stitching, were mixed up by a supposedly experienced footslave.

I personally think it’s unforgivable! I mean, what else does a personal footslave have to do all day other than to study and get to know and care for his mistress’s socks? And yet here we have a slave who clearly doesn’t give a damn about the state of his mistress’s footwear! It really is, in my opinion, a perfectly legitimate matter to bring to Court. At least the disobedient slave will now have a criminal record and can be imprisoned for life in a foothole-dungeon if he does it again!’

There was general agreement amongst the panel of experts that the offence had been serious enough to merit a court appearance, regardless of any additional punishment master Tahir had planned for slave Victor.

The normally placid miss Chi-Lin found herself applauding miss Suzanna’s comments and shouting at the TV out loud:

‘Quite right! Get cane out! Punish slave!’

Slave Roberto redoubled his efforts in ‘nosing’ miss Chi-Lin’s grey, ankle socks. He didn’t want her to get her own cane out in order to punish him by way of a proxy for slave Victor! He had rarely seen his Chinese mistress getting quite so animated! Perhaps it was because the case revolved around sock-neglect, and she was such a lover of socks herself!

Slave Roberto was nevertheless confident that he himself would never make the same mistake as slave Victor. Roberto loved Chi-Lin’s socks almost as much as she did, and he knew each and every one of her many pairs of socks, quite literally, inside out, for he would often be ordered to lick clean the insides of her dirty, sweaty socks before going to sleep at night.

Meanwhile the TV programme was continuing:

‘OK…well we can now have a look at some of your text messages and hopefully take some of your calls. Gaby is, as usual, in our phone booth. Gaby, I understand we’ve been inundated with comments and questions from our viewers?’ asked miss Julia.

‘That’s right, Julia, we’ve had loads of text messages including this one, which I particularly like, from a viewer called ‘Mary’ who wants to know: will the criminal have to sign the “socks-offenders” register?’

There was general laughter in the studio, before the host, miss Julia, put the question to the legal expert, miss Suzanna:

‘Ha! Ha! Well, Suzanna, what’s the legal position on that one?’

‘Ha! Ha! Well, like I said, he will at least have a criminal record and will be sent down for life if he offends again, so I doubt that there’s much chance of him doing that. I’m sure he’ll have learnt his lesson by the end of today!’

‘Too right!’ added the ex WPC and public flogger, miss Lisa, ‘I can assure you that the punishing officer will see to that with the sting of her official punishment cane!’

‘Yes, tell us a bit more about the cane, Lisa. How long is it and what is it made of?’ asked miss Julia on behalf of her viewers.

‘A punishment cane? It’s normally about a foot and a half long and made of bamboo – very supple and whippy. You can really feel it bending through the air as you bring it down on the criminal’s backside. It’s a wonderful feeling!’

‘Great!’ exclaimed Julia, ‘and I understand, Gaby, that we have a caller who has a question about the caning part of the punishment?’

‘Yes, that’s right, Julia…we have Alison, who is on line 1.’

'Alison…hello! What’s your question?’ enquired the studio host, miss Julia.

A young woman’s excited voice came over the phone:

‘I have a question for the ex WPC…why is it only 6 strokes of the cane? Why can’t you give him more? I mean it’s almost like a naughty boy’s punishment and hardly a serious enough punishment for a dirty, lazy, adult, male slave! I understand he’s even allowed to keep his slave-shorts on, for goodness sake!’

‘Well…I think Suzanna may be able to answer that one better, Alison, as it’s the Courts which decide what the punishment should be,’ explained mistress Lisa to the caller. ‘We, the police, only inflict the punishment ordained by the Courts. As regards his keeping his shorts on I believe this is because the authorities don’t want the spectacle turning into some sort of sexual exhibition. What I can assure you of, however, is that the cane will be expertly applied over the criminal’s shorts in a way that will cause him the maximum amount of pain and distress possible…’

‘Yes... I think we’re losing sight of the fact that the caning is only one element of the punishment,’ interjected the legal expert miss Suzanna. ‘For the most part this criminal’s punishment will be all about humiliation…having to kiss the dirty feet of his superior, young Bangladeshi mistress. He is bound to feel a lot of shame and humiliation, and justifiably so, each and every time he has to lower his pathetic lips to touch the dirty feet of his mistress in full view of the public and on national television, knowing that the whole scene will be recorded by many of the viewing public and played back again and again in slow motion on their video recorders or whatever... I don’t think, Alison, that we should get too hung up on the number of cane strokes he will suffer.’

‘Yes, but I still think 6 strokes of the cane across the backside is nothing for a fully grown man to have to take! If he was my slave I’d want him whipped across the bare back 100 times! Our Courts are getting too soft!’ protested the young, female caller.

Mistress Rowena, the expert psychologist, responded to this last comment:

‘I fully understand your frustrations, Alison, but I think Suzanna is right. The humiliation part of this slave’s forthcoming punishment will be much more significant in the long run – a 45 year old male slave having to kiss a 19 year old Bangladeshi girl’s dirty, bare feet in the full, public glare whilst bent over the punishment block – that’s what this particular punishment is really all about!’

‘OK, thanks for your call Alison,’ interjected miss Julia, ‘I’m afraid I’ll have to stop you there as I’ve just been told that miss Fariba is making her way to the raised chair in front of the punishment block where she will, of course, sit whilst slave Victor is punished at her feet. Carrie...back to you in the Town Square.’

‘Yes, thank you, Julia…as you can see miss Fariba is now being guided by the official from the justice ministry, miss Amanda, whom we spoke to earlier, and is just being helped up into the chair known as the ‘chair of power’ where the victim of a crime sits whilst the criminal is punished at her feet…I don’t know if you can just see miss Fariba placing her feet on the two metal footrests which will mean her feet will be positioned directly in front of the slave’s face when he is secured, face down, over the punishment block…and, perhaps if we can just get a close up of miss Fariba’s feet you can see that she is wearing a pair of strappy, open-toed, brown leather sandals on her pretty feet - feet which she claims not to have washed for several days now and which are very dirty and smelly…although I’m bound to say, that from where I’m standing, although her toenails are unpainted, they didn’t look particularly dirty to me!

I must say, though, miss Fariba does look very relaxed, and very pretty in her traditional, brightly coloured headscarf and sari- the epitome of a Bangladeshi girl to whom a convicted slave is about to have to pay his slavish respects by kissing her pretty, brown feet. Her husband …there he is over there...must be very proud of her as she makes herself comfortable in the chair of power ready for the slave to be brought out and placed at her feet for punishment...

Speaking of which I now have the punishment officer, miss Danielle, with me…’

Chi-Lin saw an attractive young black woman, dressed in a policewoman’s uniform consisting of a blue blouse, black trousers and black, leather, flat-heeled lace-up ankle boots, appear on the TV screen. She was holding a dark brown bamboo cane in her hands:

‘...Danielle, presumably you’re looking forward to administering punishment on this dirty, male slave on behalf of miss Fariba?’ continued the on-the-spot reporter miss Carrie.

‘Yes indeed, ma’am,’ replied the black, female police officer, ‘this convicted slave has it comin’ to him, and I intend to see to it that he remembers each and every kiss to his mistress’s feet as well as each and every cut of my cane!’

‘So you do regard it as a particularly serious crime?’ miss Carrie asked the Woman Police Constable.

‘Hell yes, and I intend to make an example of him! I mean, this dirty slave’s mistress is almost like a guest in our country. She has only just arrived here to start a new life with her husband, and this lazy, good-for-nothing criminal seems to have taken the view that he is too high and mighty to have to care for feet and footwear properly. He seems to think of her as just some sort of mild-mannered, uneducated, foreign, peasant girl who won’t notice if he is slacking! Well, I want any footslaves who are watching this to realise that such impudence and negligence just will not be tolerated in our society. I mean, I have my own personal footslave back home and if he ever messed up my sock drawer the way this idiot did with miss Fariba’s sock drawer I’d beat him the colour of my uniform - black and blue!’

Slave Roberto, because of his position with his back to the TV and his nose buried deep in the folds of mistress Chi-Lin’s grey ankle socks couldn’t see the screen, but he visualised the black WPC, miss Danielle, in his mind as being tall and muscular, with strong biceps well used to swinging a punishment cane. He imagined what it would be like to be her personal footslave, sorting out her plain, black uniform socks from her white and multi-coloured casual socks, making sure they were all clean and properly sorted for her to wear either as she was pounding the beat in her heavy, black police boots or out jogging in her feminine, pink and white sneakers. Imagine being the personal slave of an official punishment officer!

A shudder ran down slave Roberto’s spine!

Miss Chi-Lin seemed to have developed a sixth sense for whenever her slave might be allowing his mind to wander and was not concentrating on her lovely socks:

‘Sockslave concentrate on Chi-Lin socks! Get nose deep in socks! Smell! Rub!’ she barked.

Slave Roberto was brought back to reality by his mistress’s sharp words. Mistress Chi-Lin may not be an official punishment officer, but she certainly knew how to swing a cane herself. He must not allow himself to be distracted any further by the television! He must concentrate on sniffing and rubbing miss Chi-Lin’s sweaty, grey socks with his slave nose!

Meanwhile, back in a dingy basement cell in the police station situated on the Town Square, clad only in chains and his flimsy, white cotton slave-shorts, the hapless slave Victor was quietly sobbing to himself. He could hear the crowd outside applauding and cheering his mistress, miss Fariba, as she made her way to the chair of power.

What sort of reception was he going to get? Boos and jeers, no doubt. He may even have rotting vegetables thrown in his face! And deservedly so! For he had let down his superior 19 year old Bangladeshi mistress.

He had not, in actual fact, been deliberately impudent or negligent when he had mixed up the two pairs of short, white ankle socks in her sock drawer – he had just been tired, for he had been up, as usual, from 05:00 that morning sorting out miss Fariba’s tights and socks.

Not that tiredness was any excuse for a slave. He had, of course, pleaded guilty at the Court – not that a slave ever had the option of pleading not guilty. His conviction was a foregone conclusion from the moment he had been formally accused of negligence by his master and mistress.

And so he was now kneeling on the dirty, concrete floor of the dungeon cell waiting to be taken out to the punishment block on the Town Square, and made to kiss his mistress’s feet 120 times in abject, slavish apology whilst receiving six, hard strokes of the punishment cane from miss Danielle, his gaoler.

In amongst feeling sorry for himself, slave Victor wondered what sort of footwear his mistress Fariba would be wearing to the punishment that afternoon. Would she be wearing her western-style jeans with her sneakers and socks – perhaps a pair of the very white socks he had mixed up? Or would she be wearing her sari and brown, leather sandals?

Either way, he would make sure he displayed proper respect to his young mistress’s feet and footwear this time, with long, respectful kisses to her feet in front of the cameras and the crowd of mainly female onlookers.

His basement cell contained a small window, consisting of open bars, which was at ground level looking out onto the Town Square. Slave Victor therefore shuffled forward in his chains and on his hands and knees in order to try and see what was going on outside.

The Square was now full of young women, two of whom were standing directly in front of the bars of his cell window. He could see the backs of their scruffy, white sneakers under their blue, denim jeans. One young woman was even resting the back of her right foot between the bars of his window, seemingly unaware that the ‘star of the show’ was just inches away from her heel.

The positioning of her foot gave slave Victor an undeserved glimpse of the back of her bright, blue, towelling-style ankle sock. How he wanted to lean forward and kiss that sock at that very moment – to demonstrate that he did have respect for young women’s socks, that he worshiped and adored them, and was actually, a very good sockslave.

But he could tell from the conversation the wearer of the sock was having with her friend that his public image would from now on be one of a disrespectful and negligent slave:

‘Isn’t she pretty? I can’t wait to see the dirty, good-for-nothing criminal slave having to bow down and kiss her feet!’ the girl with the bright, blue, towelling sock was saying.

‘Yeah…not to mention seeing him squirm under the sting of the cane!’ laughed the other girl whose scruffy, frayed jean hems were covering up her socks, if she was wearing any.

Slave Victor saw that a piece of blackened chewing gum was stuck to the heel of the sneaker of the girl with the bright, blue sock. He wanted to remove the chewing gum from the sole of her shoe for her with his slave teeth, for, even if she despised him, he worshipped her, as she was his female better.

But just as he was seriously thinking of touching the young woman’s sneaker-sole with his lips, the key to his cell door clanked behind him.

He quickly turned round to see the familiar, black, lace-up ankle boots of his gaoler, miss Danielle, enter the cell. He remained kneeling, his head bowed respectfully to the floor, as befits a convicted criminal in front of his gaoler, as she walked over to him and stretched out her right foot:

‘It is time for your punishment, slave. You may now kiss my boot and beg me to show you mercy on the punishment block.’

The prison doctor, miss Petra, had earlier tipped him off that this would be his one and only chance to lesson the pain he was about to receive – the traditional kissing of the female punishment officer’s boots and begging her for mercy. He would, of course, whatever happened, receive the full six strokes of the cane. But just how hard those strokes were would be entirely down to miss Danielle.

Slave Victor didn’t hold out much hope, however, that miss Danielle was inclined to show him much mercy. She appeared to be disgusted by both him and his crime.

Still, nothing ventured – nothing gained! He therefore shuffled forward and placed his slave lips to the dusty toe of miss Danielle’s ankle-length, black leather, lace-up police boot. She had pulled up her trouser leg by a few inches to make sure he caught a glimpse of the elasticated top of her black ankle sock inside her heavy boot as he did so.

‘Oh pray, WPC mistress Danielle, please show sweet feminine mercy on this dirty, convicted slave, WPC mistress Danielle. Please don’t hurt me!’

WPC Danielle just laughed:

‘Ha! Ha! Kiss the top of my sock also, slave,’ she barked.’ I want you to remember that it’s because of your disrespect for your mistress’s socks that you find yourself here – about to be publicly caned and humiliated. Come on – kiss my sock, and don’t you dare let your lips touch my bare skin!’

Slave Victor would have liked nothing more than to touch WPC Danielle’s bare calf muscle with his slave lips. Perhaps if she could only feel his contrite lips on her soft, black skin she would feel pity for him!

But his wishes and desires were of supreme unimportance at that particular point in time. He had been ordered to kiss the black ankle sock of the strong, muscular young, black woman who was about to lead him out to his public punishment at the feet of his petite and delicate Bangladeshi mistress.

He had no choice but to obey, and to take his forthcoming punishment like a slave.


Part 3 – Punishment & Reflection

It was time for the slave-criminal Victor to be led out to the punishment block.

As he crawled behind WPC Danielle’s heavy, black, low-heeled, lace-up, ankle-length, police uniform boots into the town square a roar went up from the mainly female crowd.

If truth be told it was more of a jeer than a roar, and the slave criminal Victor realised perhaps for the first time just how much all these young women despised him and were looking forward to witnessing his punishment. He had, after all, insulted one of their own – a young woman – by neglecting his duties as a footslave, and that simply could not go unpunished!

Even slave Victor understood that!

The noise and jeering from the crowd was all a bit too much for him to take in, however, particularly following the week or so he had just spent in the relative quiet of the basement cell in the Police Station since being sentenced. And so he found himself retreating into his shell, cutting out the extraneous noise, and focussing on the back of WPC Danielle’s dusty, black, ankle boots under her trouser legs.

He found himself engaging in some wishful thinking: ‘I have kissed WPC mistress Danielle’s black, ankle socks inside those black, police boots. Surely she will be merciful to me and will not hit me too hard with her punishment cane, the very cane she is now carrying with her, as I have paid my respects to her boots and socks so humbly and contritely?’

He also, pathetically, found himself taking some satisfaction in the fact that he knew the colour and texture of WPC mistress Danielle’s socks inside her boots, whereas nobody else in this crowd of spectators did since her socks were now hidden from view.

But, of course, had he been listening to the screams of the anonymous voices in the crowd he would have realised that no-one else was interested in WPC Daniele’s inner footwear:

‘Ha! Ha! You’re going to be whipped, slave!’ screamed a female voice gleefully.

(Not strictly accurate – he was going to be caned!)

‘Ha! Ha! Get ready to kiss your Bangladeshi mistress’s dirty feet, slave-pig!’ screamed another young woman.

(That much was true – he was about to kiss mistress Fariba’s feet 120 times in total.)

‘Ha! Ha! That’s right, dirty criminal scum! Keep your head bowed and your eyes focussed on that black WPC’s boots. She’s about to whup your ass, boy!’

This was actually a man’s voice – evidently a free man, come to enjoy the spectacle with his wife or girlfriend as slave Victor just caught a glimpse of a young, white woman’s white-stilettoed, left heel rising up behind her off the dusty ground as she lovingly kissed her man-friend on the lips, so proud of the fact that he was shouting such funny insults at the about-to-be-punished slave-criminal.

And so slave Victor continued to crawl across the Town Square on his hands and knees behind WPC Danielle’s black ankle boots. By the time they were approaching the wooden punishment block he was covered in female spit, and, if the authorities had decided to commute his sentence there and then to one of merely kissing miss Fariba’s feet once each he would have already suffered enough and learnt his lesson.

But the authorities in this town never commuted judicial sentences.

As they approached the block slave Victor caught his first glimpse of his mistress Fariba sitting in the raised chair. From his lowly kneeling position, head dutifully bowed in shame, he could really only see her feet, but even from these he could tell she was looking lovely – a traditional Bangladeshi peasant girl turned goddess! She was wearing her pretty red and yellow Sari and brown, leather sandals on bare feet. So he would be kissing her bare toes! How thrilling! How exciting! Albeit humiliating, as the bacteria from her footskin would be going directly into his mouth.

Nevertheless, it was always an especial honour for a footslave to kiss bare feet. Many mistresses never allowed it, insisting only on their shoes and/or socks or stockings being touched by slaves’ mouths. But he was to have the privilege of kissing mistress Fariba’s soft, bare, brown Bangladeshi feet!

He could tell also that his mistress Fariba must be shaded as she sat in the comfortable raised chair, for only her feet and the bottom of her brightly-coloured Sari appeared to be exposed to the sunlight as her pretty, brown-sandalled feet rested on the metal footrests at the base of the chair. What a contrast there would be between her comfortable position seated in the chair of power high above him, and his position secured face-down over the rough, wooden punishment block, his bare back fully exposed to the powerful rays of the sun as his ugly, slave face rested just inches from the aforementioned pretty, brown feet!

And rightly so – for he was there to be punished, whist she was there to enjoy witnessing his harsh punishment at her pretty, soft feet.

WPC mistress Danielle was not being at all soft or gentle with the iron shackles as she secured slave Victor face-down over the wooden punishment block. It didn’t auger well for the forthcoming caning.

But before that, of course, as the young, female official from the Ministry of Justice, miss Amanda, was about to remind the crowd over the public address system, the convicted slave-criminal had to first kiss his mistress’s feet 60 times:

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to punishment session no 76548 – the public chastisement of the convicted criminal and slave of mistress Fariba – the slave Victor!’

A loud cheer went up from the crowd amidst the general buzz of feminine chatter and excitement.

‘This dirty criminal has been convicted by the Courts of wilful negligence and disrespect towards his mistress in that he did fail to arrange his mistress’s sock drawer in an orderly manner. For this crime the slave Victor has been sentenced to publicly kiss his mistress Fariba’s feet 60 times; to receive 6 lashes of the cane; and to thereafter be required to kiss his mistress’s feet a further 60 times.’

An even louder cheer went around the crowd, along with screams of laughter, perhaps at the triviality of the crime (for, although in public everyone would say they thought the slave’s crime was despicable, in private everyone knew that mixing up two pairs of a girl’s white socks was hardly the crime of the century!)

‘I will now ask the official punishment officer, WPC Danielle, to assist with the first element of the punishment.’

From the corner of his eye slave Victor could see that the Ministry of Justice official was wearing a smart, cream-coloured trouser suit and matching cream coloured, low-heeled pumps on what appeared to be bare feet. A part of him wanted to respectfully kiss those pumps in order to express his gratitude to the young woman for announcing his crime and his sentence. But as WPC mistress Danielle crouched down beside him he knew that the time had now come to concentrate on mistress Fariba’s feet which were directly in front of him, even though he now had a glimpse again of the tops of WPC Danielle’s black socks inside her boots:

‘OK, slave,’ she whispered into his right ear, ‘I’m gonna grab the back of your head by the hair so that I can push your lips down onto your mistress’s feet every time the Justice official calls out a number – first her right foot then her left foot. You got that?’

Slave Victor realised she was whispering because of the nearby microphones which were strategically placed nearby in order to relay the sounds of his kisses, and, later on, no doubt, the sounds of his screams of pain, to the spectators – both those in the Square and those at home watching on television.

He therefore whispered humbly back to WPC mistress Daniele:

‘Yes, WPC mistress Danielle. I understand, if it pleases you WPC mistress Danielle.’

He then stole himself and concentrated all his attention on miss Fariba’s feet as he felt WPC Danielle grab the back of his head.

Mistress Fariba’s feet truly did look wonderful in their open-toed leather sandals, but it was only as he focused his gaze on them in preparation for kissing that he began to see the inevitable little flaws and imperfections. In particular, he noticed a tiny snag of dead, white skin sticking up from the very top right hand corner of the big toe-nail on her otherwise brown-skinned, left foot. This further drew his attention to the fact that her unpainted, unvarnished big toenail was quite dirty underneath, as indeed were all her toenails.

He also now observed how the stitching across the straps on her brown, leather sandals was coming loose in one or two places. He had never actually noticed this before even though he was familiar with his mistress’s sandals – perhaps because hitherto she had trended to wear her sandals with socks and he had been too busy admiring the patterns of the stitching in her socks.

To his horror, he thought he could also detect, even though they were out in the fresh air and his nose was still several inches away from his mistress’s feet, a faint aroma of vinegary, feminine footsweat. Had the normally fastidious mistress Fariba deliberately not washed her feet in order to add to his humiliation and punishment? The signs were ominous, but he would only know for sure when WPC mistress Danielle lowered his lips to actually touch mistress Fariba’s bare toes.

And that moment, it seemed, had now come, as he heard the ministry of Justice official announce the first judicial footkiss:

‘Footkiss no 1!’

Instantly slave Victor felt his head being pushed down by WPC Danielle towards mistress Fariba’s right foot until his lips touched her big toe. The crowd had fallen silent anxious to hear as well as see the first humiliating kiss.

Slave Victor’s lips smacked against mistress Fariba’s big toenail and he heard himself how the kiss echoed around the town square. His head was roughly pulled back up again by WPC Danielle who was still crouching by his side – and a huge roar went up from the crowd. He even heard some women appearing to scream hysterically in the crowd.

And yes – the foot was dirty and had smelled of sweat. Some of that sweat and dirt was now on his lips and in his mouth.

‘Footkiss no 2!’ announced the female justice official in the cream-coloured pumps over the tanoy.

Down went slave Victor’s head again – this time to miss Fariba’s left big toe – the one with the dead skin sticking out the top.

Again the sound of the male slave’s kiss on the Bangladeshi girl’s big toenail followed by the roars of girlish laughter from the crowd.

And so it continued – 58 more times – until the female justice official finally announced:

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, that concludes the first element of this 3-part punishment. We shall now proceed forthwith to the second element – 6 lashes of the cane. Once again I will ask the official punishment officer, WPC Danielle, to implement the punishment. WPC Danielle, if you would be so kind?’

If you would be so kind! Slave Victor saw the irony in those words even if nobody else did. Would WPC mistress Danielle please be so kind as to cause him agony by caning his backside? Please could he feel her kindness pulsing through his nerve endings as she brought her cane swinging down onto his prone and vulnerable bottom? Even slave Victor didn’t hold out much hope that the flimsy slave-shorts he was allowed to wear to cover his modesty would provide much protection from the sting of the punishment cane!

WPC mistress Danielle was no longer crouching by slave Victor’s side. She was, in fact, holding up the official, whippy, bamboo punishment cane and showing it off to the crowd who by now were, to a woman, agog with excitement and anticipation. Watching a male slave kissing his mistress’s feet was always exciting, but, seeing him whipped – well, that had to be the highlight!

Slave Victor was vaguely aware of some young women jostling for position at the front of the crowd as they pointed their mobile phones in his direction ready to take pictures or even record their own personal film of his suffering – videos they would later upload onto their social networking and video sharing sites on the internet so that they could prove to their friends that they were there (just in case they hadn’t set their video recorders correctly at home to record the event on television!)

The ministry of justice official in the cream-coloured trouser suit and low-heeled pumps seemed to be moving slightly further away – perhaps in order to give the assembled crowd a better view, or perhaps just to give WPC mistress Danielle a wider area in which to wing her cane.

Slave Victor was vaguely aware of WPC mistress Danielle’s heavy, black police-issue ankle boots moving behind him as he, somewhat desperately, focussed in on the wonky stitching on the brown, leather sandal-strap covering mistress Fariba’s right foot. He thought that if he concentrated on her sandal strap it might help to keep his mind of the forthcoming pain.

The crowd fell silent again as WPC mistress Danielle positioned herself, and the Ministry of Justice official, miss Amanda, announced the first lash:

‘Lash no 1!’

We won’t go into a detailed, blow-by-blow account of the pain slave Victor now suffered. That would be rather too intrusive. Suffice it to say that by the fourth stroke slave Victor could not remember a time when he had not been in pain, nor could he envisage a time when he would be free of pain again. All was pain! And yet, WPC mistress Danielle had saved the best pain until last, for she ensured that the sixth and final cut of the cane landed on the back of his bare legs just below whatever flimsy protection the slave shorts had hitherto afforded him.

Slave Victor’s scream echoed around the Town Square and, via the wonders of live television, the entire nation.

When the caning was over, although he hadn’t been anywhere or done anything except lie over the punishment block, he was truly exhausted. Never would he neglect mistress Fariba’s sock drawer ever again!

And it therefore seemed wholly right and proper to him that he should have the opportunity of paying his respects to mistress Fariba’s sandaled feet yet again, by kissing them a further 60 times – this time even more fervently, and noisily, than before. He had to be noisy as the ladies in the crowd, along with their ‘free’ boyfriends and male partners, were now constantly jeering at him, and simultaneously cheering and applauding miss Danielle for her expertise with the punishment cane!

By the 30th kiss slave Victor was beginning to regain some of his composure. The pain in his buttocks and on the back of his legs no longer seemed quite so overwhelming, and he was able to concentrate more on the task in mouth – that of humbly and respectfully kissing the leather sandal straps of his beautiful, 19 year old Bangladeshi mistress, miss Fariba. As his lips touched her brown toes and sandal-leather the hem of her brightly-coloured Sari brushed against the top of his head. Truly she was his superior in every way – and the whole world, quite literally, could now see it!

Finally, it was all over! The last of the final set of 60 footkisses was delivered to miss Fariba’s feet and justice had been done.

Miss Fariba was helped out of the comfortable, shaded, raised chair my the Ministry of Justice official, miss Amanda, whilst WPC mistress Danielle began to untie the aching slave Victor from the rough, wooden punishment block:

‘Kiss the boots of your punisher, you ungrateful cur!’ shouted a male voice from the crowd. A number of female voices (if you’ll forgive the pun) concurred!

Slave Victor didn’t really need to be told to kiss mistress WPC Danielle’s police boots. He may be a cur, but he wasn’t ungrateful. As soon as he was released from the block he crawled painfully over to miss Danielle’s outstretched right boot and kissed the dusty, leather toe of the woman who had just given him a foretaste of the fires of hell:

‘God bless you WPC mistress Danielle. Thank you for correcting me, most powerful mistress, if it pleases you, most beautiful and merciful WPC mistress Danielle,’ he whined.

The tanoy must still have been switched on as the crowd roared with laughter at his cringing servility. Truly this was a broken slave!

The most beautiful and merciful WPC mistress Danielle, meanwhile, was wiping something off the cane with a dry cloth.

Slave Victor then realised that the very slender and attractive Ministry of Justice official, miss Amanda, in her cream coloured trouser suit and matching low-heeled pumps, was now taking ownership of the chain around his neck and was leading him behind her heels towards the front of the crowd.

Slave Victor had been warned to expect this – his ‘lapping of honour’ – when a freshly punished slave must honour the feet of the spectators in the crowd by way of thanking them for witnessing his punishment. And so, he would have to ‘lap’ the feet and footwear of as many young women in the crowd as he could.

To his consternation, mistress Amanda herself did not appear to want to allow him to ‘lap’ at her own pretty cream-coloured pumps. But most of the women in the crowd were far from being so diffident.

For the next fifteen minutes or so he was assailed by an array of outstretched feminine footwear – everything from scruffy, dirty pink and white sneakers through to spike heeled, knee-length brown leather boots. He kissed canvas flats, plastic crocs, and suede leather boots. He kissed female ankle socks and knee socks. He kissed brightly coloured tights and plain tights. He kissed dirty shoes and clean shoes. He even, for the second time that day, got to kiss the bare feet of some asian ladies who were dressed in saris or salwar kameez trouser suits. He kissed fat ankles and shapely ankles. And he did it all with the utmost respect for the feet and footwear of each and every one of his female betters, for the cane had taught him an invaluable lesson – it had reminded him that he was nothing more than a down-in-the-dirt footslave, fit only to kiss the feet and socks of superior women.

Just as he was paying his slavish respects to the dirty, holey, greyish-white keds and scrunched-up, snowy-white, ankle socks of one particularly socksy young woman, a microphone was unceremoniously shoved under his nose by a crouching, female television reporter in her mid thirties dressed in a short, blue pin-striped skirt, shiny, black patent leather high-heeled pumps and flesh-coloured tights:

‘Wow! How did you like it slave? How did you like the cane? Was the sting sharp enough for you?’

Slave Victor realised he must be live on air. This was his big chance to thank all those women who were watching at home for witnessing his entirely just humiliation and punishment, and to assure everyone that he had learnt the error of his ways:

‘Oh pray, mistress, if it pleases you mistress, this slave is truly grateful for the pain he has just received and is determined to be a diligent and obedient slave for his mistress and for all women from now on, for all women are supremely better than him!’

‘Ha! Ha!’ laughed the attractive TV reporter, ‘but tell our viewers, for I’m sure they’re all dying to know, how did you feel having to kiss your mistress’s dirty feet 120 times in public? Did you feel degraded and humiliated as you should have done, or are you so used to kissing female feet that you just took it in your stride, so to speak?’

‘Oh no,mistress! This slave feels truly humiliated and degraded for he has been forced to kiss the feet of his superior mistress in public by way of his abject apology for his unforgivable negligence! This slave will now return to his mistress’s sock-drawer and, with her permission, will kiss each and every one of her socks 1000 times as a demonstration of his commitment to care for his mistress’s socks properly from now on. God bless you mistress, and all your female viewers, for helping to teach this slave a lesson he will never forget, if it so pleases you mistress!’

'Kiss my foot, slave!’ and with that the television reporter stood back up and extended her right foot with its black patent leather pump under slave Victor’s nose so that her cameraman could get a close up shot of the recently punished slave paying his humble respects to her shoe by way of thanking all the female viewers of the ‘Punishment Time’ TV programme for watching:

‘Well, there you have it, Julia, another punished and contrite slave. And with that I’ll hand back over to you in the studio!’

‘Thank you, Carrie. Well done!’ responded the studio presenter, miss Julia. She then turned to the panel of experts in the studio:

‘Well, ladies – yet another successful, public punishment in the Town Square it seems?’

‘Yes indeed !’ responded the legal expert, mistress Suzanna. ‘I think you can tell just from the tone of the slave’s voice that he has well and truly learnt his lesson!’

‘Yes – and we must just look at the caning again, this time in slow motion – particularly that last stroke if we may. Lisa, perhaps you could talk us through it,’ requested the studio host, miss Julia.

Mistress Lisa, the former WPC and punishment officer, was only too happy to talk the viewers through the final cane stroke whilst it replayed on their screens in slow motion:

‘Yes certainly – it was a cracker, wasn’t it? I really must take my hat off to WPC Danielle…you can see just how she grits her teeth and twists her wrist to ensure that the final stroke lands sharply on the back of his fleshy thighs just below the hem of his shorts …wow!.. just look at that male flesh bounce and turn purple… I don’t know about you guys, but I almost felt that one myself! I hope that stroke alone may go some way to placating that young woman who phoned in earlier complaining that the punishment wouldn’t be harsh enough!’

The other members of the panel all laughed and nodded in agreement.

‘It was a superbly delivered caning,’ echoed miss Rowena, the clinical psychologist, ‘but I do think it is significant what the slave just said about the extreme sense of humiliation and degradation he felt having to kiss his mistress’s bare feet in public. I still think that that was at the core of this particular punishment and I, for one, very much enjoyed seeing him humiliated in that way.’

Whilst she was talking the director had switched to a replay of the second set of 60 footkisses by slave Victor to miss Fariba’s pretty, brown feet.

‘Yes, I think we’d all agree that it was the combination of pain and humiliation which made this particular punishment so enjoyable to watch!’ opined the studio host, miss Julia.

Watching at home from the comfort of her sofa, with her own footslave still dutifully kneeling at her feet and ‘nosing’ her plain, light-grey socks, mistress Chi-Lin had to agree with the studio panel of experts. It had indeed been a most enjoyable afternoon’s entertainment and she was glad she had taped it to watch it all again later!

All she had to do now was to try to find some excuse to punish her own slave, slave Roberto. The only trouble was that, unlike slave Victor, he was such a diligent and efficient sockslave. If she wanted him to mess up her sock drawer she would have to mix up the various pairs of socks herself.

An evil grin spread over her pretty, chinese features….


The End.