Unhinged
A marvellously masochistic, medical drama, from the mentally astute slave Paul!
Unhinged
By Slave Paul
Many a humble footslave may jest about his precious Mistress being somewhat ‘unhinged’ (albeit in the privacy of his own mind). Slave Paul, however, could legitimately boast about his Mistress’s insanity credentials with good reason!
Thus far it had been no normal enslavement. He had accepted quite early on that his minor offence against femininity, committed in a nearby Gynarchy town, was going to be punished by a lengthy stint as a woman’s personal footslave. He was expecting such a sentence to be issued from the pretty lips of the female judge, and was most certainly not disappointed!
He also thought that he was mentally prepared for the wretched, tawdry existence of being a mere ‘thing’, fit only to serve a woman’s feet and shoes/boots. To his utter surprise, however, he found that even the humble act of lickshining one of the female prison officer’s training boots whilst he was in custody was much more degrading than he had ever imagined!
He nevertheless believed within himself that he could cope with this demeaning existence at women’s feet if they would only release him from the cramped cell and inescapable fetters they seemed set on holding him in. It seems that slave Paul was rather claustrophobic!
He finally passed all of his footslave exams in prison, with a special mention on his report card from the lady trainer! The utter relief of being released from the confines of the male prison was unbelievable! It was as if the weight of the whole world had been taken off of his scrawny shoulders!
Paul was most assuredly an outdoors kind of footslave!
Over the next few days a series of unsuccessful auctions passed by. Paul was the only slave who had a special mention on his report card, and he could not understand why he was constantly being passed over.
On the fifth day, just as he was being secured once again in the outdoors viewing box, a sudden gust of wind blew a sign that adorned the cramped, wooden box to the floor. The sign read:
Special mention slave - passed with flying colours. Suggested auction price, 400 Fems!
400 Fems! That was almost a Queen’s ransom! The local authorities must surely be insane if they thought that any right-minded citizen would pay such an extortionate fee for a mere personal footslave?
On this point it seems that the humble, and very cold, slave Paul was correct. Nobody in their right mind would pay that money for a simple footslave. It looked like it would be the highly claustrophobic, underground slave-mines for Paul after all! The mere thought of such an ignominious fate was unbearable to him. Life below ground, never seeing the sun again, and all of the whippings! And furthermore, it was rumoured, while he had been in prison, that all of the female guards in the mines wear leather boots with no socks, for a no frills life of toil and misery!
A short while later it appeared, however, that all of his prayers were to be answered. A stunningly attractive young lady with long reddish golden hair and full lips was approaching him. He was so taken by her good looks that he nearly did not notice that she was being pushed along in a wheel chair! Two burly looking male attendants stood either side of her, wearing all white uniforms that seemed to glow in the cold, winter sun.
The girl was wheeled closer to the slave so she could read his card clearly. She smiled with those ruby red lips, and said with a calm, authoritative voice:
‘You look like a fine, young thing that will bear my brunt! Ha! What do you think, slave? Are you up to the challenge of being my personal footslave?’
He simply had to answer ‘yes!’
He was terrified at the prospect of rotting away in the slave mines; and besides, he thought he could actually do this beautiful young woman some good. She could probably use a strong slave to help out around the place?
Her feet were now directly below his kneeling face, and he could see that she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting, pull on, kneehigh, black leather boots over her tight, blue jeans. The boots were very expensive looking, and made of high quality leather. Her feet were supported by the foot plates of the wheel chair just above the ground.
He had no idea if she could feel her toes (bearing in mind her disability). He therefore decided to make up for this shortfall by kissing harder than ever before! Loud, deep kisses were unleashed on her expensive footwear much to the disabled girl’s apparent glee!
‘Enough, slave boy! You will certainly fit the bill! I will go inside and buy you now before the auction commences!’
Paul could not believe his frozen ears! Salvation at last! At this point he noticed, as the burly looking men pushed the buxom beauty away, that her wrists were strapped to the arm rests of the chair by chunky looking, leather straps! How strange, he thought!
A short time later, the three free humans returned with the release papers for the slave, and a receipt for the full 400 Fems! The new Mistress must be taken with me indeed, thought Paul rather proudly to himself!
Paul was pushed into the back of a large, white van along with his new Mistress. She sat (still bound to her chair) motionless, grinning evilly down at her new toy, and licking her voluptuous lips! Paul’s pathetic, male mind was alight with suspicion as to what he had just gotten into!
He did not have to wait long to find out.
The van finally pulled up in a very well appointed and grandiose looking building. He saw many other “attendants” dressed in the same white uniforms as the ones that were responsible for his new Mistress’s care. The couple – chair-bound mistress and chain-bound slave – were lead along a narrow corridor lined with fine art and sculptures towards a single room with a metal bed in it. The room looked perfectly normal with one exception – the walls were lined with expanded foam rubber! This was, for want of a better expression, a posh ‘funny farm’!
A look of sheer terror gripped Paul’s face and he was unable to move any further though fear. All he could think was that he hoped they would not be locking him away in this padded cell! He could not bear the thought of being kept so alone!
As he was busy imagining his fate, the two white-coated, male attendants were busy un-restraining his new Mistress! The two men then left the room together, but leaving the door mercifully open!
The hitherto nameless Mistress then miraculously rose from her wheelchair and stretched her aching arms and back before letting out a long, languorous yawn. So she could walk after all, then?
Yes she could! In fact, she swiftly walked over to the bed and seated herself with her pretty booted feet beneath her new slave’s kneeling face:
‘Welcome to Calmwood Mental Hospital, slave boy! My name is Kate, but you will always address me as “Mistress Katherine”; no, on second thoughts, you will address me as “Sane Mistress Katherine”, do you understand?’
‘Uhhm, yes Miss. Urr, yes, Sane Mistress Katherine!’
‘Good boy! My rich parents had me sent here about six months ago! They actually think that I am mad! Would you credit it, slave? Ha! Ha!’
She seemed so normal, he actually, generally, agreed with her:
‘No, Sane Mistress Katherine! This is indeed a most grave injustice towards you, oh great and mistreated Mistress, if it so pleases you?’
‘HA! Only joking slave boy! I am as mad as a hatter! I think it is all of that inbreeding that my family got up to in the past!’
With that, she leant forward and actually licked the kneeling slave across the forehead! This would not have happened in his worst nightmares!
Mistress Katherine then went on to explain:
‘I am kept in here because of my occasional violent outbursts, and the staff are worried about my safety. I must say that your safety does not bother them, or me, at all! I have great strength, which is why the guards always come in twos. I also love to wield the whip! We did have a communal footslave, until I put him into hospital. It took three of the male nurses to wrestle the whip out of my hands that day HA! Do you like the whip, boy?’
It was plain to see that she was really enjoying the look of terror on his face now!
‘Sane Mistress Katherine, this humble slave has to report that it does not like the whip, mistress! In fact, it is terrified of the most feared and dreaded, female whip, oh great, sane Mistress.
‘Too bad! I will be giving you a free sample tonight anyway! You are in the right place, slave; if you call me sane, you really are mad! In fact, I will be calling you “Slave Unhinged” from now on!’
Paul could barely move, now that his whole body was turning numb with fear! He hoped that the sensation of numbness would at least last long enough to get him through the pain of his impending whipping!
Sane Mistress Katherine then went on to explain her preferences, and what would be expected of her footslave in the future. It seemed that, as she had damaged the last communal footslave in the institution, Slave Unhinged would occasionally be shared out with the other patients in the psychiatric hospital!
‘Today is what we call one of my ‘good’ days! I am not normally allowed to wear my boots, slave, for fear of harming people. So enjoy them while they are here! Normally it is flip flops, or padded slippers, for everyone’s safety. On my bad days (not that I remember much about them) the nurses have to increase my medication, and use additional restraints to protect me. On such days I will be unable to punish you, so I have given orders for you to kneel at the foot of my bed and continually run your nose up and down the soles of my feet to help calm me down. On days when I am removed for therapy you will remain in here and lick clean my white, cotton issue socks, and whichever pair of slippers/flip flops I have not got on my feet! Anyway, today is a ‘good’ day, so why not get started with a bit of good old fashioned, female foot-worship?’
With no more ado, she kicked Slave Unhinged roughly with her booted foot. He thought that this was his chance to impress her with his fawning, footslavish attentions. This might just spare his back from the female rod later?
He kissed and kissed at the boots until his lips were sore! Then the instruction came from his dangerous Mistress to remove the boots from her feet! He had to pull so hard at the boots he thought that he would injure his mistress!
Finally, a whoosh of warm, foot air confirmed the release of the volatile young maiden’s feet. As Slave Unhinged regained his composure from the stinky, feminine foot-air that had suddenly enveloped him, he was greeted with the first sight of what his Sane Mistress Katherine had called her ‘white, cotton issue anklesocks’. They were quite sweaty, as one would imagine – having been trapped in such tightly fitting boots!
‘Get sniffing, boy! You are so mad, you will most likely enjoy the smell! HA!’
Slave Unhinged did not. It was yet another thing he could not desensitise himself to whilst he had been in prison – confined spaces and stinky feet were not slave Unhinged’s thing! But he was now forced to run his nose up and down his new mistress’s damp, white socks for a good hour or so, before she called a halt to the proceedings once more:
‘Now HAHAHA now HAHAH now, off with the socks!’
She could hardly contain her laughter. The madness in her laugh was building, and the insanity of anticipation was burning through on her face for all to see!
Slave Unhinged’s shaky hands went to work removing the damp, inner foot-coverings from his Mistress’s feet, in full view of her now very wide eyes. Her pupils dilated so much, that the bright light in the room actually caused her some discomfort!
Slave Unhinged was now presented with the bare, white feet of his new Mistress. She had pretty feet and perfectly formed, chubby, white, unpainted toes. Her big toenails were slightly long, he thought, but that was, so far, his only complaint. As he gazed down into his enslaved hands, he could now see the inner surfaces of Sane Mistress Katherine’s turned inside-out socks. They were blackened with dust and dirt! It seems she was normally kept barefoot for safety reasons, so the soles of her feet had accumulated the filth of many an insane shuffle across the long corridors. The next pitiful hours were spent licking and sucking away the built up dirt that was so now heavily ingrained into the soles of her precious, insane feet – and her nominally white socks!
She seemed to be getting somewhat groggy after all of this attention to her feet (and probably as a result of her medication!). Maybe he was in luck after all? Maybe she would be in no fit state to whip him this evening?
Just then she jolted upright:
‘Oh look at the time, slave! They will soon be round to lock us in for the night! Better get whipping, hadn’t we? You do not want to miss out on your first whip-session with me, now do you?’
‘No, most Sane Mistress Katherine,’ he lied!
She hastily tied two pairs of white socks together in order to bind his arms to the foot post of the metal bed. Then she walked over to the dresser and produced a heavy, platted brown leather, punishment whip!
‘Hang on tight, you mad son of a bitch!’
Swish crack!
‘OHHHHW!’
He had never been whipped with such ferocity before – not even in the prison! She was lacking that little voice of female conscience that says ‘enough!’ – the inner voice of reason that even a naturally cruel and seemingly out of control, enraged whip-Mistress will normally possess.
No mercy was shown at all towards him by Sane Mistress Katherine! Lash after lash was laid on with such vigour!
‘Please Sane Mistress Katherine; stop, I beg you! Oh pray! Oh pity pray Mistress!...’
‘Oh! Why did you just call out, slave? We were nearly finished! Now we have to start all over again! Tch!... One, Two…!’
When Slave Unhinged came to, the medical staff were administering sedatives to Sane Mistress Katherine. She seemed to be oblivious to their presence. She kept on grinning down at the whipped slave, and then went on to join the shivering wreck on the floor!
‘Here, put this on; can you believe they make me wear this when I’m naughty?’
She draped her open straightjacket around his red-raw shoulders and freshly whip-marked back. The thought of being strapped into one of those things sent his head reeling!
She then jumped up onto the bed once again and allowed herself to be strapped down by the ankles and wrists with comfortable looking padded leather straps. While the attendants were completing this nightly pinioning of the beautiful, yet insane, Mistress Katherine, she looked on at her new toy down on the floor:
‘Hey boys, that creature said that I was sane, and that my feet smelled like flowers! I think he is mad! I do not want him running around free in here tonight. Why don’t you button his jacket up for me?’
‘Yes Miss Katherine.’
The two guards took a step towards Slave Unhinged:
‘No! Please! Not that! I cannot stand it! Please!...’
The guards expertly subdued the slave, and began strapping the jacket tightly around his quivering body! He was held bolt upright and cross legged on the floor. One of the male attendants then pulled Slave Unhinged by the foot over to the base of Mistress Katherine’s bed, and tied one of the jacket’s straps to the metal leg of the bed. The ultra-tight confines of the unforgiving straightjacket were soon inducing involuntary panic attacks and hyperventilation in the bound slave.
‘Ha! Great it suits you, and now you can nose my feet all night long! HA!’ said a rather triumphant Sane Mistress Katherine.
The jacket straps were already digging into the deep whip-wounds on his aching back. This was indeed going to be a long night, and it was only his first day of a 28 year sentence of personal foot-servitude to a mentally unstable Mistress!
Sane Mistress Katherine
The first weeks of his new life passed by in much the same way.
Sane Mistress Katherine would hardly ever let slave Unhinged out of the straightjacket. She saw it as a sort of revenge for her having to wear it from time to time herself! Indeed, the effect of owning the new slave was starting to have a positive influence on the pretty, but disturbed, young footmistress. Her therapists noted the change in her mood, and the fact that she now focused all of her insane rage on the trussed-up footslave at her feet, and not on herself or anyone else!
Another few days passed, and two heavy looking, female attendants arrived in the padded cell just in time to witness Sane Mistress Katherine playing with her dirty, white socks on her hands as rancid glove-puppets trying to suffocate the bound slave! She was making all of the funny sock-voices and was engrossed in her little game so much she did not even notice the medical attendants standing in the doorway.
‘Excuse me, Miss Katherine, but it is time for your art therapy class. Remember that you have to share your footslave with the other patients from time to time; so now would be a good time, Miss, while you’re busy with your therapy!’
Sane Mistress Katherine looked quite disappointed at having to cease suffocating her slave with her stinky glove-puppets, but the thought of her beloved art therapy class helped get her through her initial disappointment!
Needless to say, Slave Unhinged was more than a little relieved to be able to breathe clean, unsocked air once again, and to be having the tight straps on the unforgiving straightjacket finally undone.
Once the jacket was off, he was ignominiously dragged out of the cell by the two female attendants. He was obviously not going to be joining his Mistress in her art therapy class. Unhinged could just see out of the psychiatric institution’s windows, as they were passing him by, that it was starting to snow heavily outside.
One of the female staff that was currently clutching his right, outstretched arm looked down at him and commented:
‘Time for you to share the joy, slave boy! HA!’
A little while later he was dragged into what looked like a communal living area. About a dozen or so very attractive looking, young women (all heavily sedated) were seated and looking on with evil smiles at the new communal footslave! All those feet he thought, oh no!
Strangely, however, the guards did not actually stop in this auditorium for long. One of them was fumbling with the lock on the large, glass door that lead out onto the psychiatric unit’s patio area. The snow was now tumbling down heavily outside, and an icy-cold wind-chill was very apparent in the air – especially for the semi-naked slave!
He was being guided towards an antique looking set of low cut, wooden kneeling stocks! The female attendant with the keys brushed the snow off the wooden crossbeam and undid the padlock. The beam was lifted up and he was thrust forwards into the unforgiving apparatus. The beam was then hastily locked shut down on top of him, and the two snow white coated women stood back to admire their handiwork. However, they quickly began shivering in their thin, cotton uniforms, and so, all too soon, they had returned to the warmth of the day room and locked the glass door behind them, leaving Slave Unhinged alone and shivering in the snow-covered stocks!
The other women inside the day room were organising their seats around the viewing window in order to secure a good spot from which to watch the slave slowly freeze for their pleasure! Slave Unhinged’s semi-naked body was now violently shivering in a vain attempt to scathe off hyperthermia! He almost wished for the warmth of the straightjacket!
He knelt motionless (apart from the shivering) looking forlornly at the foot prints in the snow left behind by the female attendants who had so cruelly put him there. The women in the day room, meanwhile, were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle! They loved watching him twitch in discomfort in the wooden stocks, the freezing icicles hanging from his nose growing ever longer as the snow covered his whip-scarred back; and all whilst they enjoyed a cup of warming coffee!
The wooden crossbeam around his neck grew ever heavier, and was now three inches taller, thanks to the weight of snow!
Meanwhile in the fully-heated, art class room, the art therapist, Miss Saunders, was suitably impressed with Katherine’s latest sculpture. It was a life-size replica of a foot-fool mask, made in brightly coloured plasticine! Several of the other patients were looking on now, and joining in the fun! It seemed to be a real team effort. The staff thought that it would be nice to have a rubbery footfool-mask commissioned for the young lady’s slave as a gift from the psychiatric institution (seeing as it was her wealthy parents who were financing the new wing)! And this plasticine version was a therapeutic model of the type of mask Sane Mistress Katherine wanted for her slave.
Slave Unhinged was actually relieved to be back in the relative warmth of the restrictive straightjacket and strapped to the metal bed leg for the night. His winter stint in the stocks made him nose the soles of his pretty Mistress all the harder. Little did he know that he would not be doing this humble task for much longer (not with his real nose anyway!).
Three days later he was summoned to the art class – alone! Once there, he was set upon by five well-built, female attendants who wrestled with him in order to subdue him. The last thing he remembered seeing was a mound of what appeared to be rubbery, plastic balloons being forced towards his face! In a few minutes it was all over, he was now fitted inside a permanent, rubbery foot-fool mask for all to see!
He was given a mirror by one of the attendants who could no longer contain her manic laughter! The mask had huge, droopy ears that were plugged off, so he was effectively deaf to all but his Sane Mistress Katherine who would have a tiny microphone fitted into her necklace. The garish-green mask had a pink, pig shaped snout that would doubtless be used for nuzzling her socks and bare soles from now on. The mouth was currently clamped shut with some kind of metal gag. It had a sort of front section of a woman’s foot (on which someone had helpfully placed a dirty, white sock) and this was forced into his mouth and clamped round his head.
The head was also emblazoned with words like:
MAD; FEET; SNIFF; TOES; CLIPPINGS; TOEJAM; DIRT and so on.
The eyebrows were deliberately mismatched and made to look madly confused. The worst feature of all was the eyes. The mask had been constructed to make the wearer look cross-eyed and insane! It was so humiliating. Worse still, the laughing attendant-mistress who fitted the rubbery mask onto him said it was ‘permanent’! But, surely he had been given a twenty eight year sentence; not life? Was this thing really permanent?
All that was needed now was to have him presented to Sane Mistress Katherine in her padded cell. He was dragged away for an urgent appointment with his Mistress.
It is fair to say she nearly passed out with a combination of pleasant shock and excessive laughter! She activated the communications loop in her necklace-microphone. Her voice was amplified many times to add to the effect of domination! However, slave Unhinged was actually quite relieved to be able to hear things again – even if it would only be Sane Mistress Katherine’s shrill, mocking voice from now on!
‘HA! You look so insanely fantastic, slave! I cannot believe I designed that! Better still, this has arrived in the post for you today!’
She hastily opened the packet to reveal a heavy looking, iron collar. It was no ordinary collar, however; this was the product of an unstable mind – hers!
The collar was about one inch thick and made of iron. It had four rods jutting out of it at equal distances. Sane Mistress Katherine then went on to explain that this was to affix items of her footwear to, in order to further humiliate and degrade him. The rods had smaller metal spikes attached on the inner side of the collar. She took great delight in announcing that this was to help jab him whenever he finds a comfortable position or falls asleep! She assured him that the lack of comfort and proper sleep would soon have him acting as insanely and erratically as she was!
He could do nothing but agree with her (as she was excitedly fastening the collar shut around his neck). She then threw the key into a dustbin in the corner of the room. Obviously the collar was meant for long-term wear, as she had, literally, thrown away the key!
Sane Mistress Katherine now had the agony of choice as to which footwear to affix to the devilish device, whereas slave Unhinged simply had the agony of wearing his new punishment collar! She eventually chose the following:
· Her favourite pair of dirty white ankle socks (with blackened soles)
· Her heavy, black leather, knee-length boot
· Her flip flop (complete with toe imprints)
· And her very smelly, fleece lined slipper!
The weight was quite intense, but his appearance was something rather more than intense; it was utterly ridiculous!
Slave Unhinged simply did not know what was worse; he now was strapped inside an inescapable straightjacket; a studded, iron slave collar with humiliating and weighty adornments affixed to it; and, worst of all, an utterly hideous, claustrophobic, rubbery foot-fool mask which made him look as mad as a hatter!
His senses were literally on overload. The sheer humiliation and degradation were too much to bear, and he began blubbing and rocking back and forth in his bonds. He looked quite the madman! Sane Mistress Katherine was right, it seemed; only a short stint in her care, and he was already showing signs of madness!
More weeks elapsed, with his only ‘relief’ being a rather harsh sentence of twelve hours in the stocks for negligence towards his Mistress’s socked feet whilst undergoing her regular counselling session. He was then flogged in the courtyard in full view of all of the gawping, female inmates through the glass windows.
The only time his gag was removed was to feed him his daily slave-mush, and to change the rancid sock affixed to the moulded, foot-shaped gag inside his mouth, before it was violently reinserted and locked into place. Regular offerings of toenail clippings and toe-jam donated by the female patients and staff were added to the slipper and boot hanging from the weighty iron collar. The putrefying smell offered no relief whatsoever to his pig shaped, rubbery snout. Indeed, the nasal apparatus seemed to actually channel the stench ever further up his real nose!
The pain from the collar was maddening. No relief was possible as, every time he moved, it jabbed his captive neck or the rods snagged on the padding of the walls in the cell. The only adornment that was never changed or added to was Sane Mistress Katherine’s dirty, white socks. They seemed to be her trademark possession and linked him to her for everyone to see.
When Sane Mistress Katherine eventually announced one day that she wanted the padlock cut off the iron collar, he almost exploded with joy, and wanted to raise his arms above his head in triumph! But this was still not possible due to the straightjacket! Unfortunately for slave Unhinged, it transpired in any case that the removal of the lock was not to facilitate his release from the hated collar; it was to have the welder, who was currently working on the first phase of the adjacent new wing, come and weld the oppressive device onto the footslave’s neck for evermore! The insane cruelty of this woman knew no bounds, it seemed!
Another six months passed by agonisingly slowly for the slave. It seemed that the act of tormenting her pathetic foot-fool was having a hugely positive effect on Sane Miss Katherine’s mental stability. The psychiatric staff at the hospital were so impressed with her progress, that they even recommended her for day release back in the bosom of her family!
The same could not be said for Slave Unhinged, however. In the temporary absence of increasingly Sane Mistress Katherine, slave Unhinged was brought before the very attractive Doctor Sharp for his own psychiatric evaluation. The medical staff had to cut the padlock off the mouth-gag, as Miss Katherine had taken the key with her on her day release.
A secondary microphone was then sourced so that the pretty Doctor could communicate with the pathetic, straightjacketed serf. She rested her shapely, nylon clad, high-stiletto-shoed feet close to his sickly-green, rubbery head and spoke calmly into the microphone above him whilst clutching a notepad:
‘How do you feel, slave Unhinged?’
No real reply was forthcoming; just a moan of despairing pain as the rods of the collar snagged on something.
‘Do you like having to worship and sniff the feet of your Mistress?’
‘llllike… Slave like?’ came a very shaky response from the slave.
‘Do you yearn to be set free from your bondage at your Mistress’s feet, slave?’
The only response this time that was generated from this latest question was a manic, male laughter that filled the room, followed by a yelp as the collar jabbed its pathetic occupant once more as if to say to him:
‘Enough! Get a grip!’
Dr Sharp beckoned to the attendant to refit the mouth-gag to the slave. She then wrote up some notes rather hastily. At this point the microphone was still on and he could hear everything that was transpiring above him. Dr Sharp was now talking on the telephone to a learned, female colleague:
‘I think it is obvious that his male mind has been affected by the strict captivity and constant female-foot domination. He is set to be released in twenty seven and a half years’ time, but I genuinely think that he would be a danger to sane women everywhere, and can therefore recommend only one course of action that would be fair to all concerned – life in the foot-hole dungeons, with no reprieve. At least that way we would not have to worry about his mental state any longer!’
So, the now very Sane Mistress Katherine was right again! In fact, she had been perfectly sane all along; it was the ironically named slave Unhinged who was the mad one, after all! In his agonised and sleep deprived state, he simply laughed into the stinky-sock-covered gag at this latest revelation!
At the very beginning of his enslavement to her he had hoped that he would be able to assist his Mistress in ways other than mere foot servitude. In a very perverse way his wish had now come true. Mistress Katherine was certified sane and allowed to leave the Calmwood Mental Institution forever!
Slave Unhinged, on the other hand, was certified insane under the footslave mental health act, and sentenced to life in the foot-hole mental health wing! His straightjacket, kindly donated by Mistress Katherine, was sewn permanently shut by one of the prison guards on his arrival in the foot-hole dungeons. His tiny, below-ground, boxlike cell was padded with rubber matting, stuffed with old socks. The only saving grace was the fact that he could never again be whipped on the back or set in the stocks again, as there just wasn’t room in the foot-hole cell!
However, that wasn’t all good news, for he soon discovered that this merely meant alternative punishments – such as harsh, bare-sole canings and periods of confinement in a barrel pillory – now became the norm for the most minor infringements of the strict foothole-prison rules. Unfortunately for slave Unhinged, most of the pretty female guards were untrained to work with insane prisoners, and so would regularly “forget” to remove his mouth-gag and feed him, so that they didn’t have to listen to his insane, male ramblings!
Calmwood got its new wing built with grateful funds from Miss Katherine’s family; the footslave agency made another sale to the institution, following the last slave’s removal to a foot-hole, mental prison; and Dr Sharp got a hefty reward for protecting Female Society from a dangerous, maleslave mental patient!
Yes, everything had worked out very nicely for everyone. Everyone of importance, that is! You’d surely have to be stark, raving mad not to agree with that?
The End
