Blind Justice
By Slave Paul
In recent times, some of the Gynarchy high court legal proceedings have been subjected to increasing media scrutiny. Incidents of reputed ‘lenient’ sentences meted out against so-called ‘hardened criminals’ have been highlighted. To date, the only explanation that the media has been able to come up with is bribery and corruption!
The courts were, needless to say, anxious to disprove all such allegations and demonstrate to the whole of the Gynarchy that proceedings were indeed fair and just. The only way that they could demonstrate this was to allow full access to the courts for all Gynarchy news reporters! This was hitherto unheard of.
The first “open” case that was to be heard was, rather fittingly, brought against two men both accused of identical crimes and both aged 42 years! Ironically they both shared the same Christian Name: Paul!
‘Paul (A)’ was just a mine shaft superintendent; while ‘Paul (B)’ was a high flying Executive in the city! Apart from their names, they shared only one thing in common – their criminal charges!
Paul (A) was standing before the Female Court, semi-naked and wearing only a striped pair of flimsy, black and white cotton, prison underpants, with heavy, temporary shackles around his wrists and ankles. Paul (B) was dressed somewhat differently. He was wearing a nice, smart, black, pin-stripe, two-piece suit with a bright, red, polka dot tie! He wore no chains; in fact he was even granted a nice, comfy-looking armchair to sit in, once he was sworn in!
Paul (A) was escorted into the court room heavily restrained and under the armed guard of two heavy-set Police women. Paul (B) was escorted into the court room heavily hung over, and on the arm of his fiancée – the svelte, red-headed Officer, Miss Olivia, a highly disciplined and ambitious young Police Officer!
Paul (A) spent the three weeks preceding this court based trial locked into a secure, below-ground dungeon under the watchful eye of several studious female guards. How they laughed at his misfortune and impending doom as they nightly clapped him in irons! Paul (B) spent the three weeks preceding this court based trial locked into the loving arms of his fiancée, Police Officer Miss Olivia. How she giggled as they nightly frolicked under the sheets whilst she slapped him on the buttocks in a playful manner!
The Gynarchy powers decided that his was the perfect time to demonstrate complete impartiality and pure blind justice, to the Gynarchy and the outside world! For the first time, two men would be tried simultaneously to demonstrate the impartiality of the female law!
The good lady Judge Mistress Prudence Vaughn-Hughes (known for her impartiality and dedication to the cause of female justice) is presiding over the case:
‘Defendants ‘A’ and ‘B’, you both stand accused of tax evasion, which is listed as a category 2 crime in the free states of the Gynarchy. You have both pled guilty to these crimes, and it is now my duty to pass sentence. Before I do so, have either of you got any closing statements to be heard by the court?’
Paul (A) rose to his chained feet to deliver his closing address, filled with self-loathing and hatred.
‘Mistress Judge, if it so pleases the court, may I most humbly and respectfully beg the court to punish me to the fullest extent of the female law for my heinous crimes against the world of femininity! I now realise that my feeble excuse, to the effect that I was simply unable to pay my increased ‘female enjoyment enhancement tax’ (FEET) due to my recently decreased wages, was completely inexcusable! I pray that I am taught a lesson in humility by the merciful Female State, and can only hope to re-take my position as a useful member of the male society after a suitable period of suffering and torment, if it so pleases you most powerful Mistress Judge!’
The good lady Judge Mistress Prudence Vaughn-Hughes, smiled and looked down with an unmistakably satisfied grin on her face! She had achieved the correct level of terror in the pre-convicted male that she liked to see prior to sentencing. This always served to swell her female ego!
‘Defendant ‘B’, have you anything to say before sentence is passed?’
Paul (B) could afford to look calm and collected. He was well attired, and well spoken. He also had the upper hand in so many ways over Paul (A). The main reason he was so sure of himself was his immense wealth. Although a very large proportion of his wealth went in the way of so many freemales money in the form of taxes (and mainly the aforementioned FEET tax) he was also an avid financial donor to the female police and judicial system! Over the last ten years he had donated over 4.5 million Fems to the Gynarchy legal system! Officer Mistress Olivia owed her promotion to his financial generosity (quite literally).
Paul (B),therefore, slowly and nonchalantly rose to his feet from the leather wing-back chair and ostentatiously adjusted his white cotton shirt cuffs (as Paul (A) wrenched the iron cuffs of his wrist shackles off the bruised area of his lower wrists).
‘Madam Judge; members of the jury; Lady reporters; if it so pleases the court; I have already explained that the financial “oversight” in my case was entirely due to a subordinate who has now been fired! I strongly recommend that the court seek to convict him of the crime of tax-negligence, and not my good self!’
A few young women in the public gallery actually applauded his haughty manner and semi-disrespectful attitude! He once again seated himself in the comfy chair, self-assured of a token fine in the way of a sentence. He did not fancy the chances of the near naked wretch of a man to his right, however!
The time for sentencing had finally come; two identical men, two identical crimes!
The two men stood (well, at least one of them did, in the dock).
‘Defendant ‘A’, I hereby sentence you to five years hard labour on the treadmill! I fully agree with your closing statement that you should be made to suffer! In line with this, I also attach the following conditions to your sentence: I hereby decree that on the first day of every month, you shall be made to sit in the public “sitting duck stocks”, and suffer the derision and taunts of the disparaging female townsfolk! You will have to offer them your feeble apologies for lack of tax payment in the future, and not me!’
Paul (A) looked correctly down to the floor, and simply replied:
‘Thank you, Mistress Judge. I fully accept your merciful sentence, and will strive to improve myself upon the prison treadmill and in the judicious stocks!’
Paul (B) turned to look at Paul (A), and simply smirked:
‘Don’t fancy your chances mate! HA!’
The good lady Judge then turned her attentions to the second defendant:
‘Defendant ‘B’, in view of your recent “services rendered” to the good Gynarchy, I am compelled to view your case with somewhat more leniency!’
A deep grin filled Paul (B)’s face!
‘It is therefore the sentence of this court that you shall go to prison for two years, and be subject to solitary confinement throughout!’
Paul (B) was utterly furious! What betrayal! What utter humiliation! 4.5 million Fems wasted!
‘How dare you treat me like this! I will get my revenge on you all!’
Worse still for Paul (B), he was led away by his lover, Police Officer Miss Olivia! This time the handcuffs would not be applied for the purposes of sexy fun!
One month later
Paul (A) had settled into his sentence as any good prisoner should – with humility and a resolve to improve oneself as a result of one’s punishment and degradation. He had even survived his first incarceration in the “sitting duck stocks”. This awful contraption was designed to maximise pain and humiliation to the occupant in every way. Some would argue that it is even worse than the kneeling stocks, as it traps the prisoner’s feet in line with the hands, and forces the occupant to bend over and face the feet of the victorious female populace!
His feet and wrists were bound in rough wood. The rough wood was encircled by a heavy iron band that locked closed by a single padlock. His head was shaved, to highlight his naked shame to all of the world, and his neck encircled by a heavy, riveted, iron collar. His feet were blackened by toil on the treadmill; his brow was dirtied by sweat; but he endured his first sojourn in the stocks with appropriate humility!
The punishment was just; he accepted his lot; he deserved this!
His lips were swollen from all of the kissing of female boots, sandals, shoes, flats, flip-flops etc. Here comes another blonde, pale, white Mistress with strappy stiletto sandals and long sharp black varnished toenails!
Only another four years eleven months to go!
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Paul (B), meanwhile, was not so accepting of his sentence! He finally convinced his female lawyer to generate an appeal to be brought before the courts!
Paul (B) was once again stood before the good lady Judge, Mistress Prudence Vaughn-Hughes! And this time it was on his say so!
There was much media interest, as never before in the history of the Gynarchy had an appeal been brought before the courts!
The blonde lawyer stood and delivered her rehearsed lines with resolute determination. Paul (B) stood this time, without the offer of a comfy chair! A nice, comfy pair of handcuffs adorned his wrists, along with a full-striped, prison uniform covering his masculine body! He was still shrouded in an air of defiance, however, despite his conviction!
The appeal proceedings lasted for two days! Finally, at the end of the second day, the good lady Judge, Mistress Prudence Vaughn-Hughes, came to a decision regarding the lodged appeal:
‘Appellant Paul (B), in raising this appeal against your just sentence, you have obviously disagreed with my judgment! As you can imagine, this is not something that I am used to having to deal with! Your total lack of humility, and male respect for the female law, makes it impossible for me to maintain my lenient stance with regard to your sentencing. Therefore, I have absolutely no hesitation whatsoever in altering your sentence to include the following: that you now be taken from this place and suffer the humiliating sentence of life as a public foot-slave! I further decree that you should be made to suffer the indignation of being confined in the stocks in a hitherto undisclosed manner! You will also have to suffer the ignominy of a permanent set of riveted, convict leg-irons to denote your lowly status!
As a final insult to your misguided, superior masculinity complex, I hereby sentence you to wear a black leather, foot-fool mask for the rest of your miserable life! You will suffer the shame of having this mask affixed permanently to your face by your former lover, police officer Miss Olivia! From now on, she will be the guard that attends you, to check you are secure and contrite! She will, in effect, be the officer in charge of your punishment; she will be the officer in charge of your rations; she will be the officer in charge of your life! I hope that this sentence is more in tune with Sir’s liking? HA!’
As Paul (B) was led away in tears by his former lover Miss Olivia, he turned to face the female reporters in the audience. Finally, they could report that justice was indeed fully impartial in the good old free states of the Gynarchy!
The ultimate insult came when the permanent mask was fitted by Miss Olivia (Now ‘Senior Guard Mistress Olivia’) and the victorious redhead announced that she was now going out with the very accountant that had been sacked by Paul (B) as a scapegoat for not paying the “FEET” tax in the first place!
The mask was plain black leather as ordered, but with some humiliating words printed on it in different typefaces, just to add to the humiliation of the once proud male! The stocks were a modification of the sitting-duck punishment-stocks, designed by the good lady Judge to uniquely humiliate the convict. They were a permanent set of heavy, four-inch-thick, portable wooden stocks, riveted around the prisoner’s neck and wrists as he sits on the floor awaiting a kindly lady to place her dainty, feminine foot on his ‘wooden chin’ for kissing! More like a heavy, elongated cangue than a set of stocks! Better still, being fully ‘mobile’ whilst wearing the stocks around his neck, meant that the unfortunate wearer could be easily relocated to a highly busy, public area in order to afford him absolutely no rest and privacy! Furthermore, certain humbling words were carved into the shameful, permanent, wooden necklace for all to see – Feet; Smell; Convicted!
Paul (B)’s former lover, Senior Guard Mistress Olivia, loved this new arrangement! She thoroughly enjoyed humiliating her new charge at every opportunity.
She used to politely ask for regular foot massages when they were a couple. But Paul would assume his usual haughty stance and loudly exclaim:
‘I will not touch those smelly, damp, black socks with my bare hands! Get them away from me!’
Now Paul (B) had no option but to obey. His hands were now permanently affixed in line with his head, so he could not brush her socked feet away! Indeed, the smell of female-sweat-dampened sock was now far more noticeable, as Mistress Olivia’s socked feet were perilously close to his masked captive head! All she needed to do was select a new location for the stocks every now and then, and ensure that his heavy, convict leg irons were secured to a fixed object before loudly announcing his presence to all and sundry!
She was the ideal keeper of the new slave, for she knew all of his pet hates: smelly female socks; female superiority; disrespectful comments aimed at him, and nasty pet names such as ‘boot licker’; or ‘toenail chomper’!
To crown it all, she had inherited all of her erstwhile lover’s former wealth, and thus she and her new lover (Michael the accountant) were nicely set up and comfortable for life!
A life sentence as a foot-slave in the stocks is a long time!
Four years and eleven months later, a rather haughty Paul (A) passes by a despondent Paul (B), and offers his derision to the stockade, masked, perma-slave sitting on the concrete floor in irons! Paul (A), you see, completed his sentence on the treadmill, and is now a free man. His iron collar was struck off by the same blacksmith that fitted it! Paul (B) is now the down-in-the-dirt foot-slave, due to suffer until his dying day!
Justice truly is blind; as is the love of a woman for a man, it would seem. And rightly so!
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