Thinking Footslaves’ Dirty Thoughts Vol 3
1. A Female Force To Be Reckoned With? I reckon that my new mistress's mother – 45 year old mistress Caroline – pint-sized though she may be, is nevertheless a female force to be reckoned with! I base that assertion on the fact that she has come out, fresh and early in the morning – fully clothed in her winter-warm, navy-blue anorak and matching, dark blue jeans with plain, black loafers – to the back yard whipping-post of the modest, terraced house she shares with her unmarried, 22 year old daughter; the very same back yard whipping-post to which I have just spent my first, shivering, semi-naked night tethered like an animal, because she reportedly cannot bear to have a male slave sleeping indoors, near to herself and her daughter, like a 'proper', free-man about the house would do! And she has come out into the cold, early-morning air – not to comfort me; or to check-up on my wellbeing; or even just to feed me some of her leftover breakfast; but to angrily warn me t...