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All That Glitters...

He cut a solitary figure on Xmas Eve as he knelt, confined in the wooden stocks, surrounded by freshly fallen snow in the centre of the quadrangle at the Young Ladies’ College of Central Barbaria (YLCCB). It was mid afternoon and was already getting dark. The college grounds felt eerily quiet and unusually cold and lonely. Most, if not all, of the female students had left to spend Xmas with their friends or family. Even the other collegiate footslaves were safely tucked away in their cells. Only the inaptly-named slave ‘Victor’ remained exposed to the frosty wind as it made moan around the four corners of the college quadrangle, and to the falling snow as it covered everything – including him – in an ever thickening blanket of pure, white cold. He was confined in the college stocks for a reason, of course. He was being punished – and for quite a serious crime against femininity; the crime of allowing himself to be distracted whilst kissing the feet of the ‘mature’ (i.e. thirty-...